My Spine Needs You
If less is more, then there's no end to me.
Pongo can suck it. That British woman looks like a who. I can't explain it any further than that except for that she irritates me because I know what they look like from personal experience. I look like one. So I know. I can hate on it because I know first hand how much it sucks to look like that.
I am having this war with Daniel. It's like a cold war. Sort of. He got a Playstation 2 a few months ago. I was pissed. See, I'm really into [and have a bit of a problem coping with my obsessive] product loyalty. So that meant that I was obsessed with SNES. Then I got bored one day and raided his Xbox. At first I hated it. I thought it was too many buttons and it was too confusing and OH MY GOD why did it have TWO joysticks? One was hard enough. Eventually, I got used to it and became obsessed. I played through the same game two or three times.
I felt that was justified as I had just learned a new system and felt I would be DAMNED before I would learn more than one game on it.
Then he got the PS2. He started bringing home new games.
"Are they Xbox?"
"No, sorry. PS2."
Then I wouldn't really talk to him. For the rest of the night.
After a while, he got this game for his PS2 that I liked. I might have liked the others, but I was too pissed off to notice. I don't know I was so pissy about his game systems in general because as a rule, I don't like to play them. I just like to watch other people play. Not back-seat gamer, either. I don't tell them what to do, I just really, honestly like to watch. There is one exception. Daniel has a habit of rushing through levels and won't notice treasure chests and the like, but other than that, I generally do not speak unless giving a verbal high-five.
After he got this PS2 game, I got curious. By curious I mean I braved the land of the controller that I had previously claimed to hate and learned to play it. So after I watched him play the 36+ hours worth of this game and beat it, I played through it again on my own. I am currently on my second time through it. In the meantime, Daniel has gotten a new game. That he wants to play. On the PS2.
I find myself now purposely pausing it in places where it's difficult to get to a save point because I am offended that he wants to play a new game. It's HIS fault I am obsessed anyway! He opened the Pandora's Box. This morning, after about a week of stalling, I grudgingly allowed him to rip the game from my bosom so that he could play his new one.
I tried not to look the whole time. When I asked him how he liked it, I was hoping he would tell me that it really sucked. Alas, he actually liked it.
THIS IS WAR.
I'm serious.
5000
Pongo can suck it. That British woman looks like a who. I can't explain it any further than that except for that she irritates me because I know what they look like from personal experience. I look like one. So I know. I can hate on it because I know first hand how much it sucks to look like that.
I am having this war with Daniel. It's like a cold war. Sort of. He got a Playstation 2 a few months ago. I was pissed. See, I'm really into [and have a bit of a problem coping with my obsessive] product loyalty. So that meant that I was obsessed with SNES. Then I got bored one day and raided his Xbox. At first I hated it. I thought it was too many buttons and it was too confusing and OH MY GOD why did it have TWO joysticks? One was hard enough. Eventually, I got used to it and became obsessed. I played through the same game two or three times.
I felt that was justified as I had just learned a new system and felt I would be DAMNED before I would learn more than one game on it.
Then he got the PS2. He started bringing home new games.
"Are they Xbox?"
"No, sorry. PS2."
Then I wouldn't really talk to him. For the rest of the night.
After a while, he got this game for his PS2 that I liked. I might have liked the others, but I was too pissed off to notice. I don't know I was so pissy about his game systems in general because as a rule, I don't like to play them. I just like to watch other people play. Not back-seat gamer, either. I don't tell them what to do, I just really, honestly like to watch. There is one exception. Daniel has a habit of rushing through levels and won't notice treasure chests and the like, but other than that, I generally do not speak unless giving a verbal high-five.
After he got this PS2 game, I got curious. By curious I mean I braved the land of the controller that I had previously claimed to hate and learned to play it. So after I watched him play the 36+ hours worth of this game and beat it, I played through it again on my own. I am currently on my second time through it. In the meantime, Daniel has gotten a new game. That he wants to play. On the PS2.
I find myself now purposely pausing it in places where it's difficult to get to a save point because I am offended that he wants to play a new game. It's HIS fault I am obsessed anyway! He opened the Pandora's Box. This morning, after about a week of stalling, I grudgingly allowed him to rip the game from my bosom so that he could play his new one.
I tried not to look the whole time. When I asked him how he liked it, I was hoping he would tell me that it really sucked. Alas, he actually liked it.
THIS IS WAR.
I'm serious.
5000