Ok, folks, I need you.
In an attempt to rejuvenate I am embarking on an adventure. I am not one for new year resolutions, but come January 1 I plan to blog once a day for 30 days. The self inflicted rules are as follows:
1. Write one blog entry for this site each day for the first 30 days in January 2012.
2. Each entry must be at least 200 words and posted by midnight that day.
3. Each entry must be written based on a single word or phrase prompt.
4. The prompts will be chosen from suggestions from the blog's beloved readers.
5. The order of the entries will be designed by the hubs and publicized via this blog on December 24 (My Christmas gift to you).
6. Though the daily theme does not need to be video game related, each entry must be written in the style of the video game voyeur (random, saucy and kinda sorta funny).
7. The daily blog title will feature the prompt and the person who submitted it.
8. Each blog will be shared on both Facebook and Twitter at the time of posting.
9. This endeavor will officially conclude on January 31 at the CurlyRed 5 year anniversary party where girl power will be fully celebrated.
So, as I said, I need you. Please send me your blog theme suggestions as soon as you feel moved. You can leave them as a comment here, there, or basically anywhere. If you need inspiration, there are many 30 day challenge lists online. The first list I saw was for photography and was what inspired me to take this journey to improve my art. Since talking (I mean writing) is my thing, I am adapting the idea and making the challenge my own. Help me create a unique one, one that you will also enjoy.
In video game related news: my husband bet Arkham City, is STILL playing Skyrim and spent at least 20 minutes tonight discussing games in which he had to blow into his handheld system. Thrilling, I know.
Showing posts with label Skyrim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skyrim. Show all posts
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Delay of game
My husband and I have a deal. He can buy as many video games as he wants as long as he can afford them. "Afford them," you ask, "aren't you a kept woman? Doesn't he bring home all the bacon?"
Yes, yes he does. Like a 50's housewife I get a monthly allowance. Like a man of the new millennium he does too.
My fun money falls by the wayside at Starbucks and Panera and Dunkin' Donuts and on the occasional girls night out. Clearly, I am motivated by coffee and food. His tab is run up at Game Stop and Game Stop and Game Stop and Banana Republic. He is motivated by video games and sweaters.
So tonight, when I returned from an aforementioned girls night out, I did not find my husband playing Saints Row: The Third as I fully expected. Instead, I found him Sky-riming it up yet again. (I hear you can play that game for infinity or some such frame of time.)
He seemed to be enjoying himself. I certainly enjoyed my evening. Burgers and beer at a local joint where, if you want, you can ask them to put peanut butter on your buns. (The buns of your burger, people, the buns of your burger.) Though, the latter suggestion almost seems to make more sense.
Long story short, the hubs is tapped out. He has no money left. His sad copy of Saints Row is sitting lonely in a Game Stop somewhere and he is too broke to buy. There have just been too many good games to get. Video game launch season is taking it out of everyone in every way. Spending is way up (not mine, just his) marriages are disintegrating (not mine again) and children are being ignored (again, not mine, of course), but we might just come out of this recession yet.
Yes, yes he does. Like a 50's housewife I get a monthly allowance. Like a man of the new millennium he does too.
My fun money falls by the wayside at Starbucks and Panera and Dunkin' Donuts and on the occasional girls night out. Clearly, I am motivated by coffee and food. His tab is run up at Game Stop and Game Stop and Game Stop and Banana Republic. He is motivated by video games and sweaters.
So tonight, when I returned from an aforementioned girls night out, I did not find my husband playing Saints Row: The Third as I fully expected. Instead, I found him Sky-riming it up yet again. (I hear you can play that game for infinity or some such frame of time.)
He seemed to be enjoying himself. I certainly enjoyed my evening. Burgers and beer at a local joint where, if you want, you can ask them to put peanut butter on your buns. (The buns of your burger, people, the buns of your burger.) Though, the latter suggestion almost seems to make more sense.
Long story short, the hubs is tapped out. He has no money left. His sad copy of Saints Row is sitting lonely in a Game Stop somewhere and he is too broke to buy. There have just been too many good games to get. Video game launch season is taking it out of everyone in every way. Spending is way up (not mine, just his) marriages are disintegrating (not mine again) and children are being ignored (again, not mine, of course), but we might just come out of this recession yet.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Lay eggs, much?
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?
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?
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