They’re Tropicana, Actually
Spent a rather sticky Saturday afternoon playing a little GTA3, which I’m loving as much as everyone told me I would. The taxi missions alone constitute a mini version of Crazy Taxi (which is not to say I’m not looking forward to finally getting a copy of Crazy Taxi 2 and finding someone with an XBox upon which to play 3). I love games that you can get lost in, whether or not you’re actually pursuing the goal - even if you’re not doing a mission in GTA3, you can’t beat driving around and beating up hookers. I’m the kind of person who will spend half an hour tranquilizing seagulls in MGS2, too.
Right now I’m devouring some lime popsicles and watching the end of the Yankees/Mariners game - but don’t tell my brother I’m a filthy Yankees fan. After a week more or less packed with the requisite debauchery, tonight I’m thinking I’ll curl up with Ye Olde PS2 and some Chinese or something (assuming the popsicles prove to be insufficient sustenance). I’m talking Movable Type with Rich and industrial with qat so really, what more do I need? You’re damn right: I need Chinese food.
