Immovable Objects

Earlier today, I gave myself a near-hernia while lifting a desk out of my room. Now I have a sore back and 8 square feet of extra space, which is being occupied by a dresser. It's been too cold to play with my camera outside, so I've been indoors most of the week. (Juneau, Alaska was warmer yesterday than some southern states. I shudder at the beauty.) I got a flickr account, which I'll eventually get into using. I want to import my old photo albums onto it.

A few of friends and I have been getting together lately, playing video games and having a time. As of the Wii/PS3/XBOX360, I am two generations behind in the video gaming world. (And still broke? This is a travesty!) I had a Nintendo DS at a point, but I gave it up for some money which likely went to a week's supply of gyros and sushi.

Not to segue, but I am in love with torrenting. Again, I'm only about ten years late onto the scene, if it could be called a scene.

Anyway, I've been thinking about video games lately, since they made up the greater part of my childhood. I think, in the wisest words in the plethora of anonymous quotes in my notebooks, "television has changed a child from an irresistible force to an immovable object"

I am not so much worried about myself, but considering how greatly consumerism has driven people in the last decade, I think television (and subsequently, video games) is a big death trap. I'm reminded of a venus fly trap, which just sort of holds the fly in its jaw while its slowly digested. I'm more liable to believe the fly dies from old age before finally being fully digested. It would certainly explain how lethargic this generation seems; I can only worry for future children.

Suffice to say, I'm making a big deal out of cleaning my room. It's been years since I've clearly seen my floor. I might be moving soon, either way, but it's certainly nice knowing my carpet color again.