I’m tempted to blow off work for the rest of the week and spend the time playing Halo 2. It’s that compelling. I don’t know why I want to do it. Is it just because everyone else is doing it? I don’t even own an XBox. Now that’s a startling revelation. You’d think I’d have one by now. After all I can get the games for dirt cheap. I might be willing to buy a machine just to play Halo. But then again, I’m not so much a game addict as I make myself out to be. Certainly not so by the standards of most around here. And it will be out on the PC soon enough. Just wait.
Still, I guess what is most keeping me at bay at the moment is not my lack of interest in the game nor lack of console, but my parental danger-sense. Last week my four-year-old son came to me and told me of this fun game he saw older boys playing at the store. It was a fighting and shooting game, not something he has ever seen at home before. He wanted me to show him how to play a fighting and shooting game.
I told him no.