As recently as last month, I had hobbies. I cooked, exercised, read, and to a lesser extent, sketched tasteful nudes of my neighbors without their knowledge and created Gmail accounts for all of my favorite Carebears. All of that changed after Christmas, thanks to a certain duo known as Mario Galaxy and Guitar Hero III, both for the Wii.
It is no exaggeration to say that I've gone completely nutso with both of those games. I can defend it, though: both games are awesome. In the case of Mario Galaxy, the game lets you shoot a little Italian man across outer space. It's like some insane opium dream of Leonardo da Vinci, but with better mustaches. There's more to the game than this (spin-attacking giant slug men, shooting mushrooms at your enemies, dancing on the ceiling a la Lionel Richie) but I just tolerate that stuff to get to parts where I can fling Mario around the solar system.
What about Guitar Hero? Well, I don't really need to defend that choice here. I know how to play the real guitar poorly, and playing Guitar Hero poorly is much more fun. Axel Rose isn't going to come over to my house and accompany me if I learn how to play Welcome to the Jungle on my guitar; he will do that in the game, and he'll keep singing until I figure the damn solo out. How am I doing on the game? Well, I've almost got all of the songs beat on Hard. That puts me roughly on the level of a retarded 11 year old.
If you drive by Powell Manor and you notice I'm flailing around the living room in a particularly interesting fashion, don't alert the authorities. It's just me and Mario, having a rock party.
Posted by Cody at January 9, 2008 8:54 PM