The voyeur is trying something new. I am actually blogging while I watch. Revolutionary, I know.
As I type, my husband is playing Modern Warfare 3 with both the TV audio and his headphones on. I have been told that, yes, he is also listening to the game through the headphones and that, yes, he knows how silly this must seem.
I like watching the game more than Battlefield 3, but probably only because I am familiar with the Call of Duty family of games. Can I refer to a series of games as a family? Or is that too domestic of me? I will try to turn down the estrogen just a bit. This is a very manly moment after all.
I will try to talk to my husband anyway:
So, honey, why are you listening to the game in this seemingly redundant way?
well, so...so, you...you can hear the game some. I don't want you to be completely left out. And, then uh, plus, uh I can turn it on as loud as...as I want. <geeked out grin>
Is it difficult for you to talk to me and play at the same time?
<shakes head, lifts one headphone off ear a tiny bit>
I'll probably turn it down some. (does not turn it down. I step away.)
Hmm, I have just returned to the video game viewing room and it seems my husband is now playing Skyrim. In the time that it took me to clear my dinner dishes (leftover barbeque chicken, raw broccoli with ranch dressing and cheetos...do I know how to rock the five food groups or what?) he has switched over to roll playing game mode. The headphones are neatly holstered and his feet are up on the couch. Roll playing games such as Skyrim do not require the intense video game playing position. Did he dim the lights??
Furthermore, what is a Skyrim any way? It sounds like a step below the mile high club.
So, as I have intimated, there is a lot of video gaming going on 'round here. 'Tis the season. Battlefield 3, Modern Warfare 3, Arkham City, and Skyrim have all graced our console this week with the new Saints Row on its way, stay tuned. I can't say that I mind especially after that stupid game my stupid Ravens just played.
Don't get me wrong, I am no hater. I am still a true fan. But, if a cheeseburger makes me throw up I have the right to call it a stupid cheeseburger no matter how faithful I am to cheeseburgers. Can I get an amen?