Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Xbox 360, scion of that whose charms I’ve resisted for years, continues to sing its potent song at a fever pitch. All my rationalizations are still in full effect: money would be better spent on something like real estate, I lack the hi-def television needed to truly enjoy the console, and the lunar calendar–yea, day planner of my ancestors–forbids me from purchasing this particular entertainment. Ever.

And yet, I can feel my resolve evaporating with each passing level of Halo. This is my yearly outing, fourth time through the game, difficulty cranked up to very, and every grenade tossed is a compelling reminder that there is but one logical way to finish the story. Sure, I could wait for Vista to hit, wait some more for episode two, build a new computer, then proceed to wait for the third episode to make its way to the PC, but eternity isn’t something I’ve blocked out on my calendar.

Besides, my computer refuses to die, and it must perish before I will replace it. For now, it runs Halo a few notches north of ugly, but those are its limits. This is a conundrum, understand. It’s said everything in this clip is genuine. What if it’s true? What if it’s true?