I finally broke down and purchased a Playstation 3, just so I could run over hookers and crackheads in Grand Theft Auto IV. GTA is the only video game I actually play, and I knew there wouldn’t be a PS2 version, so here we are.
Blu-Ray’s victory in the hi-definition DVD war was also a factor in my decision. Since the PS3 uses that format, I thought it would be a cost-effective way to dive into the hi-def video pool. Dudes, this game is gonna look so fucking hot on my 42" flat panel TV.
OK. Take a deep breath and try not to be so materialistic. . .
The only bummer is that I ordered the game and console from Amazon, ’cause I hate going into big boxes. (I also don’t want to get stabbed over a copy.)
Amazon shipped the game (and HDMI cable) this morning, but have yet to get the PS3 out the door. It’s supposed to arrive on May 5, which means I won’t even have it by the weekend. Now I’m wondering if I should just scrap that part of the order and rush over to Best Buy.
In other news, I had to do a one-day turnaround on some Congressional testimony. I’d have panicked, if it wasn’t a semi-regular occurrence. I’m not complaining; I like to work under pressure. Plus it’s about the importance of net neutrality to the independent music community — a subject I’m pretty familiar with.
Here’s something I forgot to tell you: Jebson’s post on Aleister Crowley‘s Temple of Thelema in Cefalu, Sicily was entry number 666 ! I know, I can’t believe it, either. We’re magickal up in this mofo.
Here’s some links about GTA IV, and a video featuring music by the almighty Mastodon:
New York Times poops its editorial pants over the game’s witty repartee and ultraviolence.
Slate praises its "narrative richness."
This guy just thinks it’s naughty.
But the game is already selling like hotcakes. Hotcakes that have been run over by a crazed Eastern European thug in a supercharged v8!