Yesterday (after a delicious nacho breakfast), I bought a joystick.
A joystick.
I haven't owned one of those since I had a Commodore 64.
And yet, here it is. On my fucking desk.
It's like I've discovered a hitherto unknown rung downwards on my descent into total geekhood.
The best part was when the girl called today and I excitedly explained that, thanks to this little piece of technology, I had successfully landed a plane in Battlefield 2 as though it were some kind of legitimate accomplishment.
This part used to contain a vaguely disgusting story about spiders. I've decided to nuke it because it is too terrifying for mortal eyes.
A joystick.
I haven't owned one of those since I had a Commodore 64.
And yet, here it is. On my fucking desk.
It's like I've discovered a hitherto unknown rung downwards on my descent into total geekhood.
The best part was when the girl called today and I excitedly explained that, thanks to this little piece of technology, I had successfully landed a plane in Battlefield 2 as though it were some kind of legitimate accomplishment.
This part used to contain a vaguely disgusting story about spiders. I've decided to nuke it because it is too terrifying for mortal eyes.
dholokov:
All hail commander superflea of the 11th airborne geek squad!!