Okay, you guys, okay.
I admit that I’m kind of a nerd. A geek, maybe. Different people have different interpretations of those words, but what I’m trying to say is that I watch Phineas & Ferb on Saturday morning and I thought Donkey Kong Country was totally awesome. My nerditude extends into a few different areas – books, comics, movies, to get started. Covers of the songs from Megaman 2. The ability to tell Commander William T. Riker and Lieutenant Thomas Riker apart. My nerdosity spans time and space, and includes subjects both obscure and well-known.
My nerdulence, however, has taken on a new level recently. It’s kind of like when a cocaine junkie graduates to crack. I’ve moved from casual videogames involving Batman or adorable little creatures made out of sacking to that lumbering beast of the gaming industry, that behemoth…Final Fantasy.
For the uninitiated, Final Fantasy was the last-ditch effort of a failing Japanese game company, Square Soft, back in the early nineties or so. When it became wildly popular, the company was saved, and they thought, heck! Why not make a Final Fantasy II? And so they did. And then a Final Fantasy III, and Final Fantasy IV and so on. Each game contains some basic themes, although the characters, plots, and worlds change with every new iteration. Pretty much every game has magic, swords, and a guy with unnaturally fancy hair who wants to destroy the world. Or wings. He might just have wings.
Taylor’s been a fan of Final Fantasy since he could walk, and while I’ve never had anything against the genre (I even played Final Fantasy X once during a long winter vacation, until I discovered that these games got hard at the end) I’ve never had a specific urge to indulge.
Well, okay. So Taylor’s birthday is this weekend, and as an early present, I bought him Final Fantasy XIII.
GUESS WHO HAS BEEN PLAYING THIS GAME MORE THAN TAYLOR.
Every night this week I’ve come home overtired and overworked, parked myself in front of the television and started playing. I start getting twitchy around the lunch hour, wondering if I upgraded my party’s weapons last night, and how will I use the main character’s Crystal Points in the Crystarium?
I do not make this shit up, my friends. There is a Crystarium, and it occupies a really unnecessary portion of my thoughts.
With Final Fantasy XIII, my nerdiatry has finally reached an almost damaging level. The dishes are piling up. I haven’t done the laundry, and last night I had to take a step back and remind myself that dinner was an essential component of the day before I turned on the PlayStation3. This nerdosis has to be quelled somewhere, somehow, before I end up a couch-bound addict, crusted over with Cheeto dust and my own drool.
Taylor doesn’t mind this scenario. He finds it endearing.
So come on, comfort me. I know there are some other nerds out there. What are your recent obsessions? What form has your nerdolatry taken most recently? Tell me your secret geeky shames, and I’ll reply to you, I promise, just as soon as I get to a save point.