My last post was a while back. Months, I think. As you can tell, I don't really keep up with my blog on a regular basis. I should, though. Maybe writing down the things that have been going on in my life would be therapeutic, but that's a topic for another therapy session, preferably with a good doctor and one of those long couches you see them using in the movies. I think that would be quite interesting. Yes, quite interesting indeed.

New line - let's talk God of War II. Yes, that game. The one that kicks so much booty? You familiar with that one? Yes? I thought so. So far, I'm loving it. I haven't completed the game yet; completing it so quickly would be akin to eating the whole pie in one sitting. Sure, it can be done, but should be savored like a fine wine, or good food, or some junk like that. Besides, I was finding myself unwilling to stop playing even when the little hand on the clock was pointing to the four and I had to be at work at eight. I think my first post talked about sleep deprivation. It's the same thing all over again. Ok, back to GoW (not to be confused with GOW, that diamond of a 360 game that not so nonchalantly stole the initials). It feels good to play a game with a compelling storyline. So many times I've played games with excellent mechanics and absolutely no soul, and I've played games with tons of characters and the worst gameplay this side of Superman 64. It does my heart good to see a developer get a game right. God of War II is rock solid, through and through. I'm about halfway through at this point. Maybe I'll write up a review when I'm finished with it. That's the sad part, though... knowing that at some point in the future I will come to the end of another great game, and I'll have to go back to WoW again. Damn you Blizzard, damn you.

Haven't really been around for a while.  I poke in and out of the forums from time to time, but nothing really piques my interests anymore.  I'm still in the throes of my hard-core addiction to WOW, to the point of missing a good portion of sleep on a daily basis to squeeze in an extra hour or two of playing time.  Christmas is fast approaching... almost too fast for my tastes.  I guess I'm experiencing the effects of age-related loss of time sensitivity.  I still feel young, act young, heck even think young from time to time, but I'm quickly approaching my mid-thirties and my body's beginning to tell the tale.  However, no matter what my age, I'm still G4L (gamer for life).
I've recently been enamored with Guitar Heroes.  Something about that game strikes the latent rock star within me.  I guess always wanting to learn to play the guitar has somethimg to do with it also.  Hopefully Santa got my list and I'll find a nice surprise for me under the tree on Christmas morn. 
In the Mindwipe department, there still hasn't been any progress made finishing the story.  I've been thinking about what direction to take the plot next, but nothing has really stood out to me as of yet.  I promise to at least post another paragraph before the sun explodes.  More than that is anybody's guess.
Well, it's back into the shadows for me.  TTYL.

Yes, I said it, I don't regret it.  They are underhanded and sneaky people who prey on the souls of the PC gamer.  They *knew* I was on the fence about World of Warcraft, so they, in their twisted little minds, devised a foolproof scheme in which to snare me in their web of addiction...  the $1.99 14-Day Trial DVD.  Yes, that vile disc literally sung to me as I browsed the aisles of Best Buy (heretofore to be know as BEAST Buy).  My guts quivered at the sight of it.  Two dollars? For the FULL version of WOW?  No frugal gamer could pass this up.  With a smile I skipped gleefully to the checkout and laid down a day's wages for a slim cardboard sleeve containing the roots of a powerful addiction nearly no man can resist.  Like a dealer on the corner, they let me have the first hit for free.  I was hooked like a big-mouth bass on line of my uncle's fishing rod.  I found myself thinking about things like power leveling and increasing my engineering skills while at work, at lunch, and heck, even in the bathroom.  And then that 14th day came.  No more WOW.  I went racing back to the dealer on the corner like a junkie on the edge of withdrawal.  Of course, this time I'd have to dish out some ducats.  Twenty to be exact, plus an additional 15 every month.  I gladly forked over the cash.  When I returned home, I went into my den, rolled up my sleeve, and pushed the plunger down.  My eyes glazed over and I've been fiending ever since.  Matter of fact, I've jonesing as we speak.  Shut up talking to me!  I've got WOW to play.