Gaming is an expensive hobby, and freelance writing is not exactly a lucrative career (no offense to my kind, handsome bosses). So, when it comes to buckling down and buying a game, I tend to split my time between fretting and doing online research for hours on end. But with certain games, something just snaps and shuts down the reason center of my brain--which tends to operate even when I'm drunk. I've fallen victim to the siren song of music games so much that I really should have started to notice a pattern in my life by now. Let me break it down for you:
- 2000: I walk into my nearest Funcoland (coincidentally, the worst name for a business ever), see a new copy of Samba de Amigo and the maracas, and promptly hand over $120 + tax. I had no idea why I was even in the store in the first place.
- 2001: I see an official Konami Dance Dance Revolution bundle featuring the game plus a dance pad. Inexplicably, I find myself buying it. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
- 2005: What's this? Taiko Drum Master? At this point, it had been marked down to twenty bucks, so it's probably my least impulsive impulse buy.
- Today: I get a fat freelancing check in the mail, and my paycheck was just depositedin my bank account last night. I immediately drive to target and purchase Rock Band 2 against my will. IT IS HAPPENING AGAIN
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