SubAddiction

It's nice to have one's evenings back. And yet, like Frodo, I'm drawn to a round thing with a hole in it. There's a stack of unwatched DVDs that ache to be freed. I have resisted the addictive pull of the shiny things by substituting one addiction for another.

I've been going to this Christian forum. It's entirely nuts. I, for reasons I can't explain, am drawn to watching people act like buffoons. Drawn to watching them huff and puff righteously like sacred peacocks. And, frankly, I'm drawn to bad argumentation like a moth to a flame. It's addictive in a "I can't believe he said that!" kind-of way.

The second thing I've indulged in lately is playing this computer game called The Movies. The game itself is proving to be kind-of dull and full of too much micromanaging. But from what I've played around with, the part of the game where you make your own movie is a pretty fun movie-making toy, despite the lack of real control. I got sucked into it last night and "crafted" a three minute film out of pre-made scenes that, according to the game-time, took 53 months to shoot. There were many production delays as my director got cranky and went to drink at a bar, forcing me to grab him by the scruff of his neck and fling him back onto set. The reviews for my little opus were not entirely kind, something I find pretty hilarious considering the great reviews crap the game has produced without my expert knowledge have gotten.