skepticlysm

Tag: xbox

  • Matters of Weight

    Matters of Weight

    • Oof.
    • Not short of material.
    • First, housekeeping.
    • Posting for the next week is going to be spotty.
    • Gotta go back to that hospital in the North for post-op evaluations.
    • Be gone for a week.
    • Might be … Listless
    • “As idle as a painted ship ‘pon a painted ocean.”
    • I mean, I won’t be.
    • Idle.
    • But the Lissssst.
    • I’m delaying the forthcoming thoughts.
    • I’ve talked more about my health shit here than I have in real life.
    • I’m uncomfortable with sympathy.
    • Because with that comes attention.
    • Which is fine when I’m posting writing, but not something I want face-to-face, if that makes sense.
    • But the absurdity of Friday, man.
    • Like, JFC. FML.
    • It demands a telling, because there was laughter at end.
    • What else you going to do?
    • 1) Doc appt at 8:20 a.m.
    • 2) Replaced car motor blows up on the way home.
    • (Have had the car for a total of about 18, 19 days since the end of February. There’s a warranty involved, allegedly, but we’ll see. Me of Little Faith. I may be carless for years.)
    • 3) Mom had some health scare things only an ER can deal with.
    • Got home from the ER about 6:30 or 7 Friday night.
    • What’s the line?
    • “If it weren’t for bad luck, he wouldn’t have any at all.”
    • How it feels.
    • Not true, but how it feels.
    • The unbalanced perception of misfortune’s weight.
    • What I’m saying … might be time to buy a lottery ticket, because how much unlucky shit can happen before the pendulum swings back the other way, right?
    • #eyeroll
    • Do not talk of that where the Universe can hear.
    • “Oh, you want to know? Do you really want to know? Let’s find out!”
    • Onward!
    • Okay, not yet.
    • I’m wrecked on the car situation, on top of all the rest.
    • Sigh.
    • Yesterday, I had lunch with the old crew.
    • Went out for sushi.
    • Traded stories.
    • Hung out.
    • As it turned out, next door housed a game shop (table-top iterations).
    • We went in and perused all the nerdery, and then everyone bought at least something to support the red-headed bearded guy behind the counter, who we assumed was the owner.
    • You probably can’t afford staff in a place like that.
    • Two doors down, a video game shop called to us.
    • Again, not a chain, but a locally owned joint.
    • Talk about a trip down memory lane.
    • Ataris.
    • Playstations.
    • Segas.
    • All generations of Nintendo, except for the NES, which was weird.
    • We started talking all those old games.
    • Zelda
    • Mike Tyson’s Punch Out
    • Pro/Am Wrestling
    • Section Z
    • Metroid
    • Mario
    • Okay, no one mentioned Mario.
    • Good times.
    • I have one of those reissued mini-NESes with all the games on it.
    • I pretty much only play Metroid.
    • It’s hooked up to the monitor in my office.
    • HDMI out.
    • I’d have it on the TV in the living room, but the cord for the controller is like three feet long.
    • Would be like sitting on the front row at a movie theatre.
    • Or maybe it would be like wearing VR glasses.
    • How would I know?
    • Maybe we’ll give that a shot after all.
    • I keep fighting the urge to hunt down Guitar Hero for my Xbox One (old, yes, but still works).
    • I had all that crap for the Xbox 360, but I sold all that to fund the purchase of the Xbox One.
    • Why Guitar Hero?
    • Steph and I played the heck out of that game before the kiddo was around.
    • We’d come home for lunch from the jobs, eat super fast, then spend half an hour playing Guitar Hero.
    • Then we had a kid.
    • I think it’d be a hit again.
    • I think she’d like it and we’d pass the guitar around.
    • One of those great family bonding things since we tend to huddle in the house instead of venturing into public.
    • However.
    • The Guitar Hero for the Xbox One looks like it sucks.
    • To have the proper nostalgic experience, you’d have to buy an Xbox 360, then hit ebay or local stores for the controller.
    • We’re talking like $400 to get it all back.
    • The console would be the least expensive part.
    • Yeah, no.
    • Unless I win that lottery thing I was talking about earlier.
    • If I still had all the shit from earlier in my life, I could sell it all and pay for my car.
    • All my Star Wars and G.I. Joe stuff.
    • Provided the country endures, maybe you should box up all the stuff you get tired of and store it in your attic rather than giving it away or selling it in a garage sale.
    • Gooooooooold.
    • There’s profit in hoarding?
    • …
    • The hell, man.
    • And then, once I get back from the North, I’ll have a day to catch my breath before going back to Work.
    • Totally looking forward to that.
    • I’ll see you on the flipside.