Well I want to break up my series about mythology to bring up something that has kind of become a background noise in our lives: renting games. Maybe a decent number of you still do it and I’m misinformed – even though blockbuster is kind of gone these days; I recognize that things like redbox present some opportunities for renting games. But my big thing is: Is ownership everything?
There’s something about survival horror games. They give me the willies. They get inside me. They fill me with this unexplainable dread and terror that goes straight to my soul. Why is that? How? is the better question.
Every once in a while, an event pops up around the country, one that you really want to experience. It is almost always, unfortunately, in a place that is nowhere near your place. What would you do in this situation? Most people would pass it up due to the usual factors- work, overly attached girlfriend, or laziness. I’ve found, however, that with catalysts such as an enthused friend and a free weekend, one might decide to make the trip.
Now if all I talked about was how I “almost” went to “The Art of Video Games” exhibit, this would be as disappointing to write as it would be to read. Good thing I went! I left Buffalo, NY with a friend of mine on a Friday night, and we drove 7 hours straight to D.C. all to see the museums and TAVG. Was it worth it? Oh heck yes.