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.

Fifty Dollars and a Clock That Won't Stop Ticking

As much as I would have liked to see a secret welcome party for my induction into the blogosphere, I'm glad I'm writing my first post incognito. All I need tonight is the hum of my computer, Zamfir's wild pan flautistry (is that a word?), and a good chat online. Of course, my good chat has reduced to which games are worth their money on the current generation of gaming systems.

It seems like over the years, even the video game industry is plagued with consumerism, with charts and graphs determining why you should pick up every game manufactured. Maybe I wouldn't complain under other circumstances, but the prices of games have skyrocketed since I was a tyke. You might be able to buy a game for $50, if you can find a decent deal.

I sold most of my systems over the summer, in part to help pay for school, but more to show myself I didn't have an addiction to gaming. It was rough, and I therein proved myself wrong, but now I find myself to be a more fulfilled person without flashing projections beating against my retinas. In short, I've lost weight, my self-esteem has gone up, and I'm the light of the party when I show up to events these days. It's amazing what perseverance will ultimately reward you with.

By the way, none of these new systems are worth it. Save your money and wipe the dust off the Super Nintendo; everyone could use some nostalgia in their life. Or better yet, step outside and realize that you're living in something so vast and beautiful that no one can ever fully appreciate. And save that $50, you never know when you might need it.