That's right. It's hurrying near.
Watching celebrations of carefree youth - or nostalgia-porn if you want to put it that way - reminds us just how much time we wasted as kids. I burned hours on my bed reading stats for monsters I'd ultimately never meet; hours scouring D+D modules cover-to-cover and imagining playing them through, (here's one I was particularly obsessed with...) and hours building mods that we never got chance to play, not to mention hours carefully studying tiny lyric sheets tucked into cassette tapes.
Fast forward. Last time I checked, I'm thirty podcasts behind, three audiobooks, and a combined seven seasons of various shows off the pace. That's without mentioning a TBR the size of Dumfries and Galloway.
So back to yesterday's topic; why am I reading about gaming rather than gaming? Well, this is one reason right here. I haven't got forty hours to hack through God of War, Uncharted, or - despite it being my all-time fave fantasy world - Elder Scrolls. But I can spare thirty minutes to read some neat video-game crit.
Know what? I need shorter games.
Shorter movies too - more about which, tomorrow. "And tomorrow and tomorrow..." *sigh*