heiligekuh | Aug. 30th, 2003

So, have I mentioned that I like Soul Calibur? I mean, it may be the drugs talking, but I played the shit out of that game. For reals, yo. For months and months and *months* on end. I was at Sunnyvalle Golfland (with a posse!) on the day of SC2's American arcade release. I played off and on through the next year, once the Boardwalk had the machine. For many months it seemed like proximity to the Boardwalk and the Poet were the only redeeming elements of living at Holden, in the midst of that hostile household. But I digress.. . .

Does that make it any better/ That I bother to mention that I was digressing? I think I just committed one of those Bill Winningham/Fables plot faux pax. Shit. Gotta cover.

LOOK OVER THERE!

So, for the last several months there's been a low-level internal debate about whether I was going to buy a console to play SC2, and which one. Last week I totally caved, ordered a Cube from Gamestop and pre-ordered SC2, by all of 2 days. But it was enough of a preorder to have to ship in two different boxes. According to FedEx, the Gamecube and associated crap was delivered to our house Wednesday morning. It's nowhere. On Thursday afternoon, SC2 arrived along with the worthless art book. And, at this point, the worthless game. I'm torn between shoving the disc in to my DC out of willful incompetence, or just putting the damn thing into my mouth and hoping some Tron deus ex machina inversion to take place. Or at least it would choke me. So then