That phrase is from the Mr. Bungle song, "Retrovertigo."
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerized
There's a vintage thirst returning
But I'm sheltered by my channel surfing
Every famine virtual,
Retrovertigo...
It's been a year. Maybe there's time enough.
I've quit WoW, again, for who knows how long this time. And again, it was another Bethesda game that pulled me away -- I've finished Fallout3, which I really liked, to the point where I was sad to see it end. Of course, I could always play the expansion packs, but that always feels sort of like trying to relive a good memory that's already lost -- like hanging around a college you already graduated from in the hopes of recapturing the spirit of undergraduate days, when you were probably a much hipper person and more interesting to be around.
Next on the list: SPORE, Assassin's Creed, F.E.A.R.
I've moved, again, hopefully for good this time -- but I'm going to reserve comment on this until some things settle down. They're out there. And they're listening. And some decidedly un-cool corporate person may completely miss the point of personal blog versus professional blog, once again, and that's as much as I'm going to say.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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