Quin is becoming ridiculously easy to write punchlines for. In that respect, he's certainly living up to his namesake. I've only just realized that he's had the rimshot remark in three comics in a row, so I'll have to set him aside for a while so as not to overuse him. In terms of being an intellectual with little common sense, Quin actually is rather a lot like me. You may or may not have gathered as much already.

I'd be lying if I didn't say that I'm absolutely terrified of starting my new job on Monday, but it's a terror mixed with elation at the fact that I will actually be able to freely spend money once more. No longer will I have to deny myself a lunch from Johnnie's, a brand-new used video game, or the pleasure of a scarlet woman's carnal company. I shall have liquid capital, available to me for whatever dark purpose I see fit to bend it. And also for rent.

I may have mentioned before that I am currently playing through the Japanese console role-playing game Tales of Symphonia, but I'm too lazy to check back through the archives, so I'll go ahead and mention it again. It still blows my mind a little bit that seventy hours of gameplay--story-based gameplay, mind you--can be packed on to two Gamecube discs. And that's minimum, without pursuing any sidequests or anything. My understanding is that there's something akin to a hundred hours of actual material to get through, which is mind-boggling. A mere eight years ago I was confounded by the fact that it took me thirty-six hours to reach the end boss of Final Fantasy VII. If this pattern holds up, I'll be confounded once more in 2017 by a CRPG that takes one hundred and forty hours to play straight through to completion.

At that point, of course, some form of virtual reality will probably have taken hold in the computerized entertainment industry, and after a marathon run through the entire game I will emerge into the sun's rays from the hatch of my newly-purchased Nintendo GamePod, blinking like a newborn babe at the foreign light while wondering why my atrophied limbs are no longer able to conjure the pure and cleansing magics of Firaga. Then I will understand, and curse my mundanity.

VR is gonna suck.