I don't want to set the world on fire

The Man and I had finally decided to take the plunge into the world of "Cooldom" in the nation of "Awesomonia" and invest in a game system. A new game system. The debate began, of course, with a thorough discussion of the pros and cons of the two leading consoles, one being the ever daunting PS3, the other the slightly less intimidating XBOX 360. After weeks of sending friends and aquaintances into heated debates over where their loyalty lay, and Googling the two machines a thousand times, we finally came to a conclusion.

And there are definitely three hundred and sixty reasons contributing to my euphoria.

We picked up the ark of the covenant at Future Shop, where it sat waiting patiently for us at the very top of a stock shelf. The clerk helping us in the store was more than happy to climb the ladder to retrieve it. Turns out the mountain of 360's in the centre of the store was a sham, and only air graced their bellies. As the box was lowered from the shelf, held gently in the hands of someone strong and competent, it sort of glowed. I could see in The Man's eyes that it was twinkling for him as well, though I'm certain if I could hear through his ears I'd have been serenaded by a choir of angels. The harps and organs would have chimed in somewhere around the third game, and the second wireless controller or the 120 gig hard drive would have really driven it home.

We retrieved the Holy Grail of 360 games after what was an extremely long city-wide search, but stumbled upon it at a lowly EB Games in McGillivray. One would think I was talking about Halo, but one would be wrong.

I'm talking about Fallout 3, kids.

I'm not sure if there's anything else worthwhile in my life anymore. The second I turned the game on, I was hooked. I was instantly drawn in to its comforting embrace, the soft green glow of the high-def screen before me lured me with its siren song and I have since been powerless to escape. I've leveled up, accomplished quests, killed super mutants with nothing more than a hunting rifle! I've returned a violin to a lowly survivor of the end-of-the-world nuclear holocaust, so she may have a trade to exchange to other tattered members of what's left of the human race. I rescued an entire village from an active Nuclear bomb in the heart of its walls!

What did you do today?

Everywhere I go, I can't help but hum the beautiful 40's tunes that haunt my dreams at night. While doing the dishes at work, a coworker walked in on the chorus of "I don't want to set the world on fire..." She certainly hoped not.

I'm on a roll, though. Who knows.
I might.