It would not be difficult, Mein Fuehrer!
They say the first step towards recovering from addiction is to admit you have a problem.
I dropped Al off at work a little before 11am, headed across the street to Game Stop, then swung by work to pick up my check.
I made it home sometime about noon, and sat down at the computer to install my brand spankin' new copy of Civilization IV.
Aside from fancier graphics and amusing narration by Leonard Nimoy, it's not that different from Civ III. A couple of minor changes to the tech tree, there are now wolves, bears, and lions to fend off in addition to the rampaging barbarian hordes, and I now have to limit myself to only nuking the ever-loving shit out of Queen Victoria and Gandhi rather than my usual arch nemesis-- Abraham Lincoln. The in-game music is also bloody annoying, but thankfully there's an option to change it over to a music directory of your choice. (which by law is required to contain a copy of "the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins," "If I Had a Hammer" or "Proud Mary")
It's now after 1am, and the only reason I stopped playing is because the game glitched, and I didn't feel like backtracking all the way to my previous save file.
14 hours in front of the computer.
So much for doing laundry, filling out my absentee ballot, looking up new apartment stuff, taking photos for the new Luna's Cafe website, working on Al's painting, or even going out to see the incredibly awesome lineup at Old Ironsides that I'd been waiting for all week.
If I don't get off my ass and get out of the house tomorrow, I fear my girlfriend might have to stage an intervention.
I dropped Al off at work a little before 11am, headed across the street to Game Stop, then swung by work to pick up my check.
I made it home sometime about noon, and sat down at the computer to install my brand spankin' new copy of Civilization IV.
Aside from fancier graphics and amusing narration by Leonard Nimoy, it's not that different from Civ III. A couple of minor changes to the tech tree, there are now wolves, bears, and lions to fend off in addition to the rampaging barbarian hordes, and I now have to limit myself to only nuking the ever-loving shit out of Queen Victoria and Gandhi rather than my usual arch nemesis-- Abraham Lincoln. The in-game music is also bloody annoying, but thankfully there's an option to change it over to a music directory of your choice. (which by law is required to contain a copy of "the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins," "If I Had a Hammer" or "Proud Mary")
It's now after 1am, and the only reason I stopped playing is because the game glitched, and I didn't feel like backtracking all the way to my previous save file.
14 hours in front of the computer.
So much for doing laundry, filling out my absentee ballot, looking up new apartment stuff, taking photos for the new Luna's Cafe website, working on Al's painting, or even going out to see the incredibly awesome lineup at Old Ironsides that I'd been waiting for all week.
If I don't get off my ass and get out of the house tomorrow, I fear my girlfriend might have to stage an intervention.