I know you needed a breather after the double-barreled blog barrage I fired your way earlier this week, so I decided to give you some days off.
I’m lying! But you knew that already, some of the nervous sweat being flung at your face by my (also nervous) tic landed in your eyes! I’m not a very good liar. What really happened is my job exploded due to some unexpected things happening, the details of which did not involve food, drink OR video games, and as such are outside the scope of this blog.
Suffice to say that only part of that (metaphorically) blinding (metaphorical) sweat/tic combo is due to my poor lying-to-you skills — the other half is due to my work flying off the proverbial handle.
Historically, when Video Games become a necessary source of order and sanity in this crazy world, I have turned to the largest, deepest, driest games I can find. Morrowind got me through a rough winter at school (and a breakup), Fallout (1 and 2) kept me sane through a rocky transitional period, and Rome: Total War helped me make it to graduation.
So, seeing as I’m already halfway(?) through Dragon Age, you’d think I’d be questing long into the night. Well, here is (are) the problem(s): I’m tired at night these days. I don’t have the blocks of multiple hours that are required to sink back into the groove of knowing who’s equipped with what and what my hotkeys are and how my five layers of tactic slots translate into how to keep my mage from being immediately fricaseed by angry Darkspawn™.
Instead, I’ve been turning in the exact opposite direction: the far reaches of Space. Crazy Space. Mario Galaxy Space.