Such a good boy

So, yeah, I've got this little issue with the X-box. I get a game, I dissapear from the world until the game is done or the consequences for my dissapearing act get to be too high. Then, grudglingly (if the game isn't done), or perhaps with a bit of culture shock (if I've been immersed in the game long enough to finish it), I come back to this physical reality.

It's a little odd, perhaps, and maybe alarming to some, but let's face it: my "addiciton" could be to something much more destructive. Say, crack. I don't actually think I'm an addict yet; I think I'm still a recreational user because I can make choices about my gaming. Like turning the box off. Or limiting my playtime on my own accord.

Or, and these are two choices I'm pretty proud of, not buying Fable and Halo 2 for myself. I spent four whole days — OK, I did sleep, some — playing Fable when I rented it. And when we (that'd be the Wife and me making a joint purchase) bought Halo, we played it through start to finish. Boom.

But now, with 50 days until bebe comes, more or less, I've got other things I need to do. Like get the house ready. Like help the Wife practice for labor. Like get into house-dad mode. Yeah, I'm being a good boy, and it's not being forced on me, either. These are changes I want to make. After all, a guy's got to have priorities.

Oh don't worry, the box isn't going away. It'll be there for me once I get a little bit of sleep after the kid comes, and once things settle down a little. I'm sure there's gotta be a half-hour in any day where I can slay aliens or terrorize digital townsfolk.

And if you buy a game for me, well, that's your fault.