Alright guys. This post is a little late. I blame-- somewhat ironically-- videogames. Resident Evil Revelations came out last night at midnight, and, well... I've got 11hrs. logged thus far, despite working a 6hr. shift today as well. My eyes hurt from staring at a tiny screen for that long, but it's so worth it.
Anyway, this past Sunday was America's favorite non-religious holiday: The Super Bowl. I've always found it funny how for non-football fans, it's basically a second Thanksgiving, only without the awkward, mandatory family reunions and inevitable drama following. When my Packers lost in the playoffs, I skipped both of the conference championship games out of pity and self-loathing, but the Super Bowl? It was like I was morally obligated to be present near a television with food and company, if for nothing else than watching commercials and enjoying life. Of course, then I got into the game, as I always do, but it's still painful to talk about football after the way my team's season ended...
Where does that leave this post then? Why, I'm glad you asked. (I assume you did, in fact, ask. Run with it.) I tried to correlate what happened around the Super Bowl with gaming in some way that didn't involve Madden or the fact that NFL 2K5 is still the single best NFL simulator bar none. So I made a mental note of everything I've learned since the Super Bowl. The list goes like this:
- Resident Evil: Revelations f***ing rocks.
- Seether, much like Korn, should never, ever, ever pursue "remixes" again. Only Linkin Park is capable of doing this feat correctly.
- Put the right music to any situation, and you will suddenly feel like a badass. I tried playing a Green Hill Zone Classic challenge on Sonic Generations, but this time with my newly unlocked "Sonic Boom" track playing in the background. I have never had a more epic-feeling GHZ run-through in my life. I decided to test this on my way to work today, and played this song while pulling into the gas station. I honestly felt like I was coming in solely to beat up the gas station attendant, insult his mother, and walk away in slow motion with a leather jacket over my shoulder. It was awesome.
- Lastly... people like to hate stuff.
Point #4 is where I'm tying things into something relevant. Bear with me.