Why is Face Hugging So Much Better Than Life?
Last night, following two hours of hapkido during which my forearms became two giant continuous bruises due to blocking, I settled in with a nice mixed drink consisting of Absolut Vodka, 7-Up, and Minute Maid lemonade. I fired up my latest video game, Alien vs. Predator 2 (thanks Layne), and set about trying to figure out the maddening purchase.
I learned a lot; namely, I learned you can pick off humans from a long ways off using the initial weapon they provide the predator. I mean a long ways off. I'm pretty sure a predator could be sipping a tropical drink in Mauii and pick off a marine in Vermont. Well, anyway, I eventually tired of the predator activity and ventured into the realm of the Aliens, and I finally was able to navigate the face hugger into the room of a sleeping marine, and I just sort of sat there, on my arachnid-like legs, looking at my soon-to-be victim. My mouse button finger was twitching madly, eager to pounce on the face of the snoring marine who had foolishly left his door ajar. Yet I hesitated.
At that moment, a moment that should have been ripe with victory, I started thinking, "why the hell am I playing this game?" I mean, seriously, I have the world literally at my fingertips via the Internet. I could, and should, be writing just for the sake of writing. I could, and should, be surfing for more enjoyable employment. I could, and should, be adding to my cache of Internet porn. I could, and should, be doing a lot of other things that could enrich my existence.
But, I opted to pounce on the marine's face and advance to the next level. And it was fucking cool.
Posted by Ryan at October 18, 2002 09:35 AM
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