Yep. My dreadful secret revealed, I don't have an Xbox. I'd been meaning to get one since me and my roommate moved out to our place in the West Loop a little over a year ago. We have a huge, awesome TV, all the cables needed to run any HD compatible console or otherwise, but nope. No Xbox, Playstation, or anything 'new'. What we do have is a little GameCube, and about a half dozen games. And honestly? That's a great way to get by. Not the best, but pretty good. And it makes you appreciate the classics.
(this was, and remains to be more effective than babysitters)
It dawns on me that I really don't play games as much as I talk and write about them, much like my interviewed friend. Except that I'm writing a video game blog, so the irony is not lost on me.
But, like a struggling alcoholic, I also tend to binge on video games. Hard. Like every now and then, unpredictably, and sometimes in lieu of massive school projects, I'll travel to someones house and spend the entire day playing video games, procrastigaming. It's not a new thing, you can read all about it in this hysterically 'no shit?' article. Steeped in eloquent wording and what not.
At least we're not all addicted to Dig-Dug anymore though. Because now that I think about it, that game is pretty fucked up in a couple of ways.
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