Child’s Play can make you awesome

I’m not a fan of using images when words would do, but in this case I feel it’s war­rant­ed:

Child’s Play, if you’re not aware of it, is a char­i­ty that gives video games, books, and toys to chil­dren’s hos­pi­tals. Any child unfor­tu­nate enough to be stuck in a hos­pi­tal over the hol­i­day sea­son is low on opti­mism. A dona­tion to Child’s Play isn’t going to cure a dis­ease or get some­one a trans­plant that they need, but it stands a good chance of mak­ing a sick child hap­pi­er.

My wife and I have made this a hol­i­day rit­u­al since the char­i­ty was born in 2003, and it’s become one of our favorite parts of this time of the year.

Learn more at the char­i­ty’s About page, and when you’re done read­ing that, hit the main page to find your favorite hos­pi­tal to sup­port.

Please, be kind to some peo­ple you don’t even know. Even a lit­tle bit helps, and if you give then you will be awe­some for doing so.

Rock Band is better than Guitar Hero

Since I bought Rock Band (RB) for my PS3 a few months ago, Gui­tar Hero 3 (GH3) grew roots on the shelf. GH3 was my first fake-music game, and I enjoyed it very much. But the same source who prod­ded me to try Gui­tar Hero implored me to try Rock Band. And sure enough, I liked it more.

The mul­ti­play­er in RB would have been enough all by itself. Hav­ing my bud­dy over to jam on “March of the Pigs”? My wife singing “Call Me” at the top of her lungs? All of us laugh­ing and curs­ing at how hard Boston music is to play and sing? You just can’t put a price on that.

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Drama is Inevitable

Like most peo­ple, I learned the hard way about sec­ond chances at relationships–backsliding, regres­sion rela­tion­ships, what­ev­er you want to call it. Name­ly that they don’t work, despite the fact that regres­sion sex might sound like just what you need after a series of ter­ri­ble first dates. How­ev­er, unless one of you has been in a coma or sim­i­lar­ly life-chang­ing event, inevitably the crazy in your ex or the behav­ior that brought out the crazy in you (or both) man­i­fests again… and then you final­ly wake to find your­self stuck in a supreme­ly depress­ing place: exact­ly the same kind of unhap­py sit­u­a­tion you were in before, except you’re old­er and you have demon­stra­bly not learned your les­son. You’re con­nect­ed again to this per­son who makes you unhap­py.

Then you some­how break it off. Whether you’ve extri­cat­ed your­self via your own force of will or via exter­nal caus­es, you’re free of this per­son and you now have some abil­i­ty to see this kind of sit­u­a­tion com­ing again. When faced with future back­slid­ing, even­tu­al­ly you either:

  1. Real­ize that the num­ber of sec­onds you have on this plan­et is finite, and per­haps regres­sion sex-and-crazy this isn’t the best way to spend those sec­onds. You opt out from that per­son.
  2. Let them back into your guild.

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PS3 love

Way back in the day, I was a Sega per­son. Like every­one else at my col­lege, I had a Gen­e­sis (Jen­ny), but I fol­lowed Sega into the Sat­urn (good sys­tem, far too expen­sive, some mem­o­rable games), and the Dream­cast (out­stand­ing sys­tem, some fan­tas­tic games). Then Sega came to an end due to their own pric­ing, strange mar­ket­ing, and lack of third-par­ty sup­port… oh, and the relent­less PS/PS2 jug­ger­naut. After­wards, I had to find some­thing else. On a week­end where my wife (girl­friend at the time) antic­i­pat­ed us being snowed in and unable to escape from vis­it­ing her par­ents house, we picked up a PS2. It was Sony who killed Sega, but the whole “love the one who defeats you” vibe is strong here.

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