Reality Out of Sync

I’m a game addict. I buy video games because my heart is an emotional black hole that requires constant sensation. Just to avoid feeling dead inside all the time. So I turn to video games, it’s my way of dealing with the bottomless pit of despair. To help quell this constant emptiness I purchased two games, Heavy Rain and Dante’s Inferno. Dante’s Inferno is basically God of War with a  penchant for the bizarre. It takes you straight into Hell and tries to disturb you more with each moment that you’re there. The further you progress the more one encounters grotesque obstacles to their path. It’s visually beautiful and oh so disturbing at the same time. This is probably why I enjoy it so much! How far will it go? I don’t know — and here’s why!

Heavy Rain was released yesterday. Heavy Rain has been on my radar for a long time and I’d pretty much decided that if the demo was even sort of decent, I was going to get the game and play the hell out of it. Turns out the demo was fucking amazing. I haven’t actually slept since I purchased the game. Partly because I was up all damn day playing it, and also because I had to work in the evening. Now, I’m soon to get off work and guess what I’m going to do? Yep, go play more Heavy Rain. The best way to describe it? Watching a movie you take part in. Not just simple select a dialogue and then watch it play out, but take action within the context of the movie playing out on the screen. It’s fuckin’ fantastic. I’ve played it non-stop save for this whole work thing. I need to figure out how to accomplish PS3 Heavy Rain action at work. =-/ Hrm.

Let’s see what happens when I get home! Will I sleep? Will I play Heavy Rain? How far will I go for the game I love?

Okay so it's not exactly Real World Bunny - It's Game Bunny? Excellent?

According to my bestest soon to be living the rest of his life in my basement as an attraction for my sadistic needs to torture and maim human’s beyond all recognition blogging buddy, Grant I am both a heretic and blasphemer. I have lost the true way (you’re still gonna get it in your house, as soon as I get that address you bunny thief, nothing is going to save you) and have ignored the J-Bunny population enough to draw his ire. This saddens me, but he did make up for kicking me in the virtual groin by providing me interesting game links. Which I will employ to download neato keen J-Games! So here’s to you Grant, my most favorite, hated, favorite, person of all time on the interwebs!

I enjoyed every waking moment of creating this – even though the gallery sucks balls as far as implementation. I’ll see if I can’t fix that later on, I think I like just a column of pictures better, but that’s me.

Almost forgot…I think my neighbor died. If you’re curious as to why I’m up when I work nights, the freakin’ police knocked on my door for 10 minutes to ask me if I’d seen the guy at all. Seriously, his car was running from last night. I think he had a heart attack, he was a big fellow. Fancy that!

The flu. The first week of this month I had the joy of puking (no thanks to Grant this time /sadface) for an entire day. Between the painful spasms that wracked my abdomen and the blowing of my nose due to the unpleasant nature of vomit escaping into my sinus cavity I realized this truth: Nasal Wash is an entertaining experience.

I didn’t use a neti pot, but I had the joy (should I enjoy this feeling?) of forcing saline through my nose and into my sinus cavity. It was a slow warm prod, like a liquid finger just behind my eye which then exited my skull via the opposite nostril. I did this twice per nostril, and it’s definitely a unique experience. It was almost like drowning, except I could breathe through my mouth. There’s nothing quite like it I tell you.

I got to spend a lot of time watching television, and I realized just how much I hate day time TV. No wonder half the population of our country is borderline zombified. There is _nothing_ good about day time television. I have Direct TV, so I at least can get away from the talk shows and what not; however, I’ve seen every episode of CSI that has ever been created. I’ve never been so pleased to actually go to work.