Turkey, moods, and games.

I really enjoyed Thanksgiving this year. Not only did I get to ingest an amount of food that would likely be considered prohibitively dangerous (socially acceptable gluttony - gotta love it!), but I got to spend four whole days around the house with the wife and child. You see, my work schedule truly blows - all Sunday and Monday through Thursday nights. Bleh. Anyway, I don't really get to spend a lot of time during the week with Erin or Liam, and getting to see both of them at the same time is especially rare. Inevitably, all this time away from the fam (and, indeed, just about everyone I know) usually results in me spending a good chunk of the week in just the most pleasant of moods - it's a dandy little combo of depression, crankiness, sadness, burnout and general not-giving-a-crap-itude. Oh yeah, I'm a real peach most nights.

So four big days spent with the wife and the boy - together, no less - was exactly what I needed. And around Christmas, I'm taking the remainder of my vacation time and will get another 9 or 10 days in a row with 'em (and maybe I'll even get to see - GASP - my family and friends, too). So, as cheesy as it sounds, yeah, I'm pretty thankful for all that.

In the end, I decided to return Incredible Hulk: Ultimate Destruction to the video store a few days early. Running around as the Hulk and smashing the hell out of whatever you please was pretty fun. The actual game parts - the parts where you were required to, you know, do stuff - those weren't as fun. I mean, come on, I'm supposed to be the friggin' Hulk. The Hulk doesn't keep the army from destroying a building so Doc Samson can download info from some mainframe. Hulk not green-haired shrink's lap dog. Hulk strongest one there is! Hulk smash puny humans! Raaarrrgghhh! And so on.

So yeah, if I'm the Hulk, why am I gonna prevent something from being smashed? Unless it's a 70s comic book ad and that building houses the world supply of Hostess Fruit Pies, I'm gonna smash the damn thing but good. I'm just sayin'.

But in other game news, I took Jeremy's advice and picked up FIFA 2002 for cheap. I had to deal with Annoyingly Chipper & Overcaffeinated Salesguy again in order to buy it, but he somehow made it through the conversation unscathed, so I take that as a good sign. I've only had the chance to play it for like 10 minutes, but so far it seems pretty fun. But needless to say, I cannot yet bend it like Beckham. I can't even bend it like Beckham's dead, limbless uncle, for that matter. I did manage to win a game on a penalty shoot-out, though, so I've got that going for me, which is nice.

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