Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, December 10, 2005 The Title: It's like High Culture meets Low Culture! Hola, empleados!I spent the last few days in a delirium of laziness, and it was great! Resident Evil 4 has been rocking my superficial little world, as I've forsaken all but the essentials to play just one more level of murderous European villagers on the rampage. I think I've finished approx. 80% of the game, so I'll probably be free of it by this time next week, which is just as well--holidays are coming up, newsletter is gonna be next week, and I'm trying to be a productive human being despite what all the time logged in front of the PS2 has to say about it. I don't know what difficulty level Resident Evil 4 is designed for, but it's the sweet spot for me: the puzzles aren't too hard, the boss levels usually get worked out in two or three tries at most. It's challenging enough to be rewarding but little more than that, which is just perfect. In that regard, it reminds me a lot of God of War--which was mostly just level after level of cool shit (and only got terribly hard at the very end). I had a cool thing happen at the comics store yesterday--this woman came in looking for the Alex Ross Wonder Woman one-shot (we were sold out), and was fretting about what else to get. Somehow in the process of talking about one thing or another, she mentioned that her dad was a horror writer, James Herbert. "Oh yeah. James Herbert," I said. "He's quite good." "Have you read him? Almost no one in the States has." "Uh, a little," I said. I'd read Fog, and started Fluke before putting it down, and said so. Somehow this ended up with us talking about Stephen King and her passing along a fun fact here and there (her dad and King are friends), and a handshake, and an offer by me to come by the store again. It was pretty cool. Me being me, though, I've been worrying about it a bit since. James Herbert is a good horror writer--I sort of discovered him at the tail end of my interest in horror fiction, so maybe that's part of why I never chased down more books by him. But I never did. And now I play Resident Evil 4 for hours at a time. What does it mean when someone who used to really love to read horror fiction spends more time playing a single video game than he spent reading horror fiction in the last year (or two)? It either means that I don't love to read it any more, or maybe horror fiction is at a keen disadvantage to all the other horror-based media out there these days? posted by Jeff Lester | 4:56 PM | |
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