>If you’ve followed my writing over the years, even out of your periphery, then you know that I enjoying drinking. A lot. On a regular basis. Beer and I have been friends for a great many years.But lately, beer hasn’t exactly been a good friend to me.It’s not the drinking that’s become the problem. Beer and I can still spiral down into our familiar, warm, safe place. It’s the hangovers that have become unbearable.It’s the waking-up-late; it’s the feeling-like-dog-shit; it’s the hating myself–so much that I wish I could somehow get out of my own dog-shit-feeling body–that I can’t fucking…
>So yesterday Vic and I rolled up our sleeves and dove controller-first (not head-first) into Lost Planet 2. We played a bit of split-screen co-op. Vic has a 52-inch plasma that has single-handedly made him nearsighted. Yet, in LP 2’s co-op play, we had to make due with split screens that were at best 17 or so inches across. Much of the screen, for some inexplicable reason, was taken up by 1. black space and 2. a pair of useless compass-map things.I couldn’t tell where I was, or who or what I was shooting at. We endured a few missions…
>A friend recently described a mutual friend as “being good” at videogames. Here are his exact words: “[Person X] is really awesome at videogames,” he said.I’ve heard people use this expression before. “So-and-so is awesome at games,” etc. For some reason this expression never fails to give me a case of third-degree red ass.Blame it on my competitive nature. I grew up with a brother who was a year younger than me. We were peers, always working to out-do–and undo–the other throughout our childhoods.Whenever I hear that so-and-so is good at videogames, I always want to 1. disprove this notion…
