2 and 1/2 hours to go...

Good afternoon, Destructoid community. At the current moment, I'm suffering from one of my countless at-work existential crises, so I figured I'd take some time out of this slow burn that is my spritually unfulfilling 45 hour work week to type out an unfocused-albeit-time consuming blog entry.

I dragged my partner along with me to my local Gamestop a couple of nights ago to pick up my copy of Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance. I was stuck behind a couple of folks who were trading in all of their gunked up old shit (If you've ever worked at Gamestop, you know the kind of Gunked up shit i'm talking about). I can see the pain on the clerk's face as he eyed up each disc, wondering how anyone could expect as much as a dime for a game that looks like it was drawn on with a dead pen. My girlfriend and I waited patiently, pointing out all the giant Destiny posters wallpapered on a wired display rack and made jokes about how the protagonist of the game is the giant moon featured on the biggest poster of them all.

It was my turn in line before too long. I tried to be as courteous as i could be, half out of natural discourse to treat other people not as automatons behind a counter but as human beings, and half out of sheer empathy of knowing how painful it is to deal with stacks of grimy games and crusted controllers with buttons that don't press in, and consoles with the guts ripped out, and then having to explain to that same gentleman all of the reasons why you can't take his items for trade, as if he didn't actually know everything he brought in was entirely damaged and/or downright disgusting. The clerk was too numb to give me any kind of positive feedback, so the transaction was a very cold affair regardless.

We walked back to the car and drove to the local Trader Joe's for dried fruit and cookie butter (whoever reads this: go to a Trader Joe's and buy some cookie butter. It's like peanut butter, only...cookie-er.) I actually found a spot really close to my apartment, which by the way, after 8 pm, is a miracle in Bergen County, NJ. We walked in with shopping bags and a new game in hands. And you know what? I didn't even play right away. We ended up having some beers while watching a good 4 or 5 episodes of Battlestar Galactica.

I did, however, have ample time with Metal Gear Rising the next morning. I ended up playing well into the afternoon. If it wasn't for the Zandatsu mechanic, I don't think I would've stayed on the Xbox as long as i did. I am having a blast playing it; although for a co-creation from both Platinum Games and Kojima Productions, I'm not as impressed with either the protagonists or the antagonists as I was expecting to be. I'm currently on level...4 I think?? I'm certainly looking forward to playing more a little later tonight. I was planning on visiting my parents back home in the wonderful New Jersey countryside (yeah it has that, trust me), but I'm going to use my precious minutes to cut more virtual cyborg soldiers into ribbons.

Oh yeah and a bit of a sidenote (although this whole post is entirely unfocused), I downloaded the BLOPS II free weekend multiplayer client on Steam last night, but I couldn't connect at all to anything. Kind of a drag. But hey! Good news fellow Destructoiders; I somehow managed to kill 45 minutes typing up this nonsense...Probably would've been less time if I wasn't at the same time keeping up the appearance (and actuality) of busy-ness. So I guess I'll end this post by apologizing for taking up the bandwith where a tighter, more videogame oriented, much more interesting blog could have been.