A lot of good games came out last year, but for whatever reason, none of them gave me the same sorts of joy that the previous year brought, with its *Prince of Persia* and *Beyond Good & Evil*. And yet, even though I'm not getting that joy, I keep playing. Grinding. I am like the addict, who keeps on taking coke, hoping for the hit that will feel like the first time.
The answer? Detox. Stop playing for a while. Maybe a month. That's how long they go in moderation management.
I started last week; Oasis was the last videogame I played. (It was quite pleasant, by the way. Now that they're finaling, I recommend it. That is, unless you're trying to forgo videogames for a month.)
I can chronicle my withdrawal symptoms, such as they are, here. The first symptom is that every now and then I'm actually bored for a moment. Then I play with Sofi or find something to read or to do on the web and everything's fine.
The temptation that's tough to resist: my brother sent me a copy of *Halo* for Christmas. It arrived last week. (You think that's bad; he hasn't gotten my Christmas present yet.) *Halo* is just sitting there on the wet bar. Waiting. Such an attractive package.
It's just videogames, by the way: boardgames are still in bounds. Scrabble with the wife. Citadels or Diceland or Lord of the Rings or whatever at the Wednesday boardgame lunch. Maybe some Go with Mark if I can talk him into it. (Monday Go lunch?) And, well, better keep playing DDR, that's good exercise. And if I have to play an hour or so of something at work for "research purposes" here and there...
No, I've quit, really!