It be red, red as dead can be

Today's date is October 25th, 2008. For all of you who follow video games, you know that 13 days from today, Gears of War 2 is coming out - November 7th. It's going to be amazing, and it's one of the few things I've been excited for in awhile. So normally I start planning for the really exciting things, and so I planned to play some Army of Two this weekend since I had met some people online who wanted to play as well, then I figured I'd play some Rockband and Geometry Wars in the next week. After that, I'd play Gears until GoW2 launched, and I had a whole weekend planned. One of my best friends who's also enthusiastic about Gears 2 would spend a couple of nights here, as he switches places with my roommate so we can play Gears 2 into the wee hours of the morning without disturbing my roommate. But lo and behold, today I get the Red Ring of Death. It takes 15 days to 3 months to replace an x-box, and both time amounts as you can see are just not going to cut it. I'm probably going to have to wait 3 more weeks, and my whole schedule is thrown out of whack. I'm not pissed about just today, or November 7th, I'm pissed about two whole weeks planning gone, about a fun as hell weekend that would have been amazing gone, a great week of being on a video game high while classes slowed down right before finals, all of this, all of it, gone.

It's been awhile since I wrote this little ditty while I meant to expand on it. I've often wondered why I have such a fixation on certain games, or video games in general. Was it because of my hearing loss that I was led to play video games since it didn't require auditory skill? Or was it because I wasn't athletically inclined (I'm really not)? This is one of those what-ifs I feel wouldn't play any differently if I wasn't hearing impaired. Now I have some good news regarding that little ditty up there, a test the monday after the weekend has been moved to thursday, which means instead of spending all of sunday studying, I can study tuesday and wednesday. But now you're saying, as if it matters, you don't have an x-box. Well I do, a friend of mine who planned to play extensively with me is bringing his 360 from home despite his little brother's wishes. He's a great guy my friend, and couldn't bear to force his little bro the displeasure of not having an 360 to play on; which I completely understand. But I'm glad he decided to give it up for the weekend all the way through to thanksgiving (thank god neither me nor my friend are going home before then in which case we'd have to return it before thanksgiving). Things had a way of working out, until...

The dreaded roommate beared his fangs. In september, nay in August we warned him how enthusiastic we were about Gears 2 and how we were going to play it. We suggested he go home or sleep in my friend's room. He joked around and said he would, and now, mere weeks before the release, he's saying he wants to sleep in his room, and he doesn't want us to play past 12. He doesn't want us to play on sunday from 8-12 so he can watch the Giants game, and he didn't want me to play on Monday so he could watch Heroes. He then said he expects me to let him play Brawl. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK, completely out of left field. My TV, MY FUCKING 360, and he's telling me what to do. I say screw him, I'm playing anyway, and if he shuts off my 360 I'm shutting off the tv. Let me be the prick, let me be the asshole, I don't care. I've waited 6 months for this, and be darned if I'm going to let someone boss me around on MY WEEKEND.

Sorry, pardon the french.

December, 5th 2008, 1:08 AM

I am ammending this. The 'dreaded' roommate was not as bad as I made him out to be. Did he say those things? Yes, but did he do them? No. He was quite graceful about the whole thing, requesting we stop at 11 pm on sunday so he could get some sleep for an interview, which we honored. We had a great weekend, and despite a few hicks and bumps, (yes hicks, they make nasty roadblocks and slow down traffic too much) it went swimmingly (yes swimmingly, as in sperm swimmingly, swishing that tail back and forth with nary but a care in the world).

So fellow fans, fear not! This brave lad did not have to hurt himself venturing in weird places to unplug and replug TVs! All is well!