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Monday · December 15 2003

You're asking me, "J, how lame is your life that you're showing us pictures of your Christmas cookies?"..."What do you think about all day?"..."I need more discussion on the messy guy in the Sprint commercial, get to work and fascinate me." My answers, "It's not, I'm just busy with Prince of Persia: Sands of Time and Christmas idea shopping."..."I've been thinking about work more, what do you think of that?"..."I've seen less TV since the Cubs playoff run ended. I don't subject myself to the same commercial more than twice in a day unless I'm glued to the television pouring my heart into a baseball team that is destined to break it."

If you want to hear the details of how I got through the waterfall level on Prince of Persia, I could explain, but not here. The level design and animation in PoP are breathtaking. It's like watching a fully interactive movie of The Scorpion King and controlling a not as buff, animated The Rock who can run along walls and swing swords in mid-air. I should be finished with it by now, but good games are too rare to suck them up in one or two sittings.

Video games are a funny thing for people my age. More people play them than will admit it. I don't know who started the guilt and shame, but I've had a few good laughs lately when the conversation topic switched to gaming. Eyes sometimes light up when I talk about a game I've been playing or Stacy and I played through; it's like I opened the closet on something forbidden. Games are taboo, bleh. I play Halo, etc. and Ted watches 14 hours of The Simpsons, Friends or Laverne & Shirley reruns. We're all just wasting time, entertaining our brains until our hands are full with kids to burp and feed. Then I'll be getting my ass kicked by my 5 year old on Tony Hawk: Underground before I know what hit me.

© 2003 Jason Keglovitz