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Like the alignment of the planets, this blog gets updated as I have the time, inspiration, and inclination to do so.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
So far I've resisted the temptation to run out and splurge on the new computer I'm going to need to run Doom 3 on. It's not so much about the money. It's not about alienating my wife either: darling that she is, my wife has gone out of her way to let me know she's cool with me getting a new rig (though of course she gets the old machine), and then spending every waking moment for the next month playing Doom.
There, I've said it. I'm not holding out on Doom because I can't afford the money or because it'll cause marital strife. It's just the fact that Doom promises to be a world-class time sink, at a moment in my life when time is my scarcest and most precious resource.
I know I'll get to it eventually. Maybe even this year. I just have to clear a few things off my plate first. Then I'm going to buy a hot new machine, take it home, draw the shades, disconnect the phone, and go to Hell for a while.
I can't wait... but in the meantime, John Carmack's rocket will have to do without my $55 contribution. (I'm sure he's bummed about that.)
(Actually, this coming Saturday, August 14th, would be a perfect time to buy a new machine, since it's going to be a sales tax holiday in Massachusetts for items costing $2500 or less -- but that's assuming I can bring the new rig in for less than that. hmmmm....)
(PS: Apparently some people literally think that playing Doom 3 will literally send me to hell, and that therefore Doom 3 should be banned. Actually, I'm about half-convinced this site is a joke, but some people seem to take it seriously.)