The Occasional Solipsist

Now I know I don't normally come off as a materialistic person. Truth is, I don't care much for material things. Don't care what my car looks like, any old roof over my head will do, and my clothing style - well, let's just say it's a style all my own.

The few things that I have any real attachment to are my computer, my PS2, and my always growing book collection.

And of course, superwife, but getting possessive about those can only get guys in trouble.

But when it comes to vidoegames that I can't wait to play, I covet them, and I covet them hard.

I am a die-hard fan of the Final Fantasy series, hooked early on with Cecil and the gang in FFII for the SNES. I am in fact, such a fan, that I have a tattoo derived from my favourite character Tidus, from my favourite game of all time FFX.

I shit you not.

See?

So it should come as no surprise that I am chomping at the bit to get my hands on FF XII, due to come out this winter, likely the last great RPG for the PS2 before the monstrous PS3 stomps its way across the world.

I bring this up because I just got an e-newsletter choc full of pics promoting the upcoming game, one of which I've displayed above. An archer about to frag somebody's ass from atop a chocobo. How cool.

So riders of the chocobos will get to unite. Soon.

--

And I have a word to the wise about the combination of really pregnant women, extraordinary heat, and ice cream.

That word is don't.

My wife and I - correction, my 8 and 1/2 months pregnant wife and I - went for ice cream at a local dairy, The Avondale Dairy, that has without a doubt the world's greatest ice cream.

So we go for a really long drive with the windows down first, to get really hot and thirsty beforehand. I mean long, and made longer by the fact that I was on the wrong back road and had to detour a bit just to find the place.

Anywho.

We get to the dairy, order these colossal mint chocolate chip ice creams, and take them outside to eat them on a picnic table. Except we/I forget about that 40 degree humidity, so the ice creams are pouring down the cones, onto our hands, legs and clothes.

And I'm loving it, making a total child of myself, and otherwise having a great time.

But alas, my wife is another story. Her hand is covered in mint green goo well past her wrist, and she has no chance any longer of catching up before it completely dissolves.

Which it does, primarily on her feet.

Its about this time that she coins the phrase re-fucking-tarded, to describe people that think its a good idea to eat ice cream in such ridiculous heat.

Funny, and smart, haven't I mentioned how great she is?

Labels: final fantasy, gaming