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January 10th, 2005

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2005.0110.1617::Hey, James! What? Video Games! What? The Devil is Everywhere!
I pretty much blew off all of my obligations for the past weekend. I went to a birthday thing for an old college buddy on Saturday afternoon, then flattop and I were going to meet up at the Echo Lounge for their tribute to Elvis' birthday featuring Kingsized. In the meantime, I hit Costco for some milk and cheese, and then went home to get ready for the show.

In the meantime, I put Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time into the PS2.

At about 10:00 pm, flattop calls me and asks if I'm at the show--the line has over 100 people trailing out the door, and they'd already opened a hour before. He had called to say he was bailing on the plan--I don't mind, having already lost about four hours to the game.

At some point after, the unselectable "Prince of Persia 1" extra feature on the disc catches my eye. I go to my computer to see how to access it, and I realize that my internet router has gone belly up, leaving me no internet access. At that point, I don't care.

At about 5:00 am, I realize that light is peeking out from behind my windowblinds.

At about 7:40, I go to sleep.

At about 11:45 am, batnandu calls me to ask me if I'm going to train Tai Chi or go to brunch and the motorcycle show today. He's a bit two-minded about training, and since I'm sounding miserable and not quite awake, we decide to skip/postpone the lesson. I also decide to skip the motorcycle show. I try to go back to sleep, but the game, like a Siren's call, beckons me back to the couch.

Throughout the day, various people keep calling me to ask me to various outings. I manage to keep from shouting, "Quit fucking calling me!" enough to let them politely know that I'm not interested.

At about 6:30 pm, I kill the evil vizier, rescue the princess from an ugly death, and finally put down the freaking controller.

Today, during my lunch break, I go to Best Buy to look at new routers to reconnect my internet access. Wandering by the Games section, I notice they have Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal on one of the demo PS2s. I stand there and play through two missions...

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