Wow. I really suck at this whole updating thing. I also simultaneously just wrote that and realized that there are probably a crapzillion people who say the same thing every day on their blogs - and not only do I truly suck at updating, and thus writing, but I am overwhelmingly sheep-like in my admittance of such. What a twerp. Which is now my newest favorite word.
So I am sitting here listening to The Knife and contemplating things. I just talked to my brother, who reminded me of two of these contemplative things.
1 - I have a blog. Shit. So now I'm writing in it again.
2 - Oblivion for Xbox360 is the coolest, most ridiculously awesome piece of technology invented since the four player Golden Axe video game at the bowling alley that gave you two plays for one quarter if you hit it on the side while you deposited said quarter.
I think I logged over 170 hours playing this game. What is way better than that, however, is that after beating the actual game, all the side quests, and every other nerdy thing I could do to be 100% complete, I still have played over 50 hours. Here's how: I am a packrat. Literally. I collect things no matter what they are. In the virtual awesomeness that is Oblivion, I have degenerated into a psychotic collector. Keep in mind as I relate to you what I have been spending my time doing, that I DO NOT HAVE ANY REASON TO CONTINUE PLAYING THIS GAME.
Ok. So I have this castle, right. It's a pretty cool castle and everything, with awesome curtains and my own little herb garden so that I can heal my various ailments as I go galavanting off into the wilds of Oblivion with NOTHING to do. There are also many rooms, including a store-room in the basement of this castle, where my dirty little secret lives. In this room, I have amassed a collection of mindbogglingly boring proportions. I have chests, and drawers, and armoirs, and desks, and barrels and many other containers down here so that I can fill them with the random crap that I have been collecting. You see, in this game there are various items you can pick up - from weapons to clothes to food and drink. I have collected it all. In copious amounts. Disgustingly copious. Just one example I will share so as not to embarrass myself further: In one barrel (of the close to 35 or 40 BARRELS - not to mention all the other crap there is to store stuff in ) in the northeastern corner of the basement in my idyllic abode there rests 324 wheels of cheese. Every one of those wheels of cheese was placed into the barrel by me on one of my cheese expeditions. which happened right after the pot pie expedition or the brown suede shoes expedition - I can't exactly remember. The point is, I should be banned from playing games where you can collect things and put them in containers. That, and I am insane.
