Everything Is Under Control

March 23rd, 2006General6 comments

Jill came over to my place recently and remarked that for a guy living by myself, I keep things really neat.

“Thanks,” I said, knowing that it wasn’t always like this.

Back in college my place was like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. There was a foot of debris (clothes, books, papers) on the ground. The cold limbs of lost friends stuck out of the pile here and there, and shotgun-toting mutants roamed free.

My old livingroom.

There was a point when I realized that I could do a little bit of work every day to maintain a clean space or I could do A LOT of work all at once to clean everything up. Or I could just set fire to the place and move into a new one.

I like to control things. But a caveat to this is that I like to be selective about what I try to control.

It is a bad idea to try to control things that cannot be controlled, such as other people, most animals, the weather, your emotions, or fate.

However, I can control whether my floor is vacuumed, my dishes are done, or whether my clothes are clean.

(By the way, the washing machine in our building takes precisely 35 minutes to complete a cycle; the dryer, 45 minutes. I timed them so as to achieve maximum time efficiency when doing my laundry. If you don’t think this is cool then you suck. Precision is cool.)

Sad news my friends — Katamari Damacy for the PSP is apparently pretty average (read: SUCKY) compared to the two PS2 versions.

I bought it yesterday and had it in my hot little hand when I decided to read some reviews before opening it. It only has six true stages, says one review. That’s not enough to satisfy my mad rolling binges!!

I didn’t want to risk it — I switched it for Daxter instead. Which kicks major ass.

But I’m really disappointed about Katamari. I’ve got a lot of flying to do and I wanted to be rolling on the plane! Rolling in a cab! Sitting on Jeanie’s new desk and rolling there!

It sucks when you love a series and suddenly the creators put out a crappy installment. Tomb Raider 3. Godfather 3. It shakes you to the core. It’s like if Jesus, who previously said all those things about love and etc., suddenly appeared and flipped you off.

Not a good feeling at all.

My dreams of portable rolling
have been crushed.