Shacking up

Sure she's great, but she leaves crumbs in the bed.

Thanks to a co-worker whose identity I have yet to ascertain, I am as sick as a dog this weekend, which ironically is the first full weekend I’ve had off in about two months. Luck of the draw, I suppose. I an attempt to nip my illness in the bud I drank a ton of fluids, Vitamin C, all the good stuff, but when I took Nyquil before bed, I ended up in that torturous limbo known as exhaustion-but-can’t-really-sleep. So, curled up in bed, I picked up my copy of Patricia Briggs’ Silver Borne… then dropped it. Instead, I turned on Final Fantasy XIII, a game I have been nibbling at since it’s release. I got a funky flashback to a moment twelve years ago, where I also sick and did the same exact thing with FF VI… stayed up all fucking night playing. While I did that, I pondered a ton of stuff on the horizon.

First off, in case you’re wondering, FFXIII  isn’t a bad game, though there are a ton of reviews out there that claim to be disappointed.  Boo hoo. The story is not exactly spectacular, but as far as I’m concerned it’s par for the course in a role-playing game. It is also a much different game, for which I’m grateful in a way; its super linear, and it’s near-impossible to be lost. I don’t have time to dump into games like when I was a kid, so I like to come back two weeks later and know exactly where I am and what I’m doing. Second off, this is not a review. I don’t care enough either way to analyze it (even though I’m nearly finished the game). If you were on the fence, I would say go check it out. You’ll enjoy.

The rest of my day will be spent wrapping up Silver Borne, and wondering why:

1. My immune system has betrayed me.

2. Megan Fox got offered the lead role in Red Sonja… has anyone seen Jennifer’s Body?

3. I can’t fall in love with Caprica, yet continue to watch it.