Last week, PlayStation released a new game system. It claims to have incredible graphics, speed, and so on. PlayStation released a limited number. So people camped out to be the first in line to buy this! We're not talking about 20 year-olds (who always do crazy stuff...part of the definition of 20). There were some youngsters there, but there were also 40 and 60 year-olds! Today's columnist, Daniel Ruth, describes my feelings pretty well.
It may be very expensive. It may be technologically the mother of all whiz-bangs. It may be this season's Cabbage Patch doll, only with more bells and whistles.
But PlayStation 3 is still nothing more than a toy.
So you there; yes, you, the 44-year-old cyber-geek with a mortgage, and diapers to change, and, like, you know, a real job: Stop it. Stop it right now!
Altogether Now
Stop standing in line like some refugee waiting on a bowl of gruel, all to blow between $500 and $600 on - altogether now - a toy!
This may come as something of a Saul falling off his horse on the way to Damascus epiphany moment for you, but in time Sony will make enough PlayStation 3s so that anyone who wants one will be able to purchase the toy.
Fights have broken out. Riots have erupted. Shots have been fired between PlayStation 3 suckers eager to be either the first one on their block, or in the morgue, to possess - yes, once again, a toy would be the operative word here.
Still, do you know what will happen if there is no PlayStation 3 left behind by Santa? Nothing, that's what.
Locusts will not descend upon the fruitcake. The sun will rise. The umpteenth rendition of chestnuts roasting over the open fire will still drive you crazy, and your brother-in-law, the one with the ankle monitor, will still drink all your liquor.
And if that perfectly dreadful imp in your life still wants to throw a post-assassination attempt Saddam-esque hissy fit because you failed in your effort to become a homeless person for the sake of an overpriced soon-to-be obsolete TOY, here's what you tell the ungrateful kiddo:
"Life is full of disappointments, my child. And you just experienced one of them. It could be worse. You could be in Iraq. You could be some orphan in Darfur. Tom Cruise could be your father. Are you getting the drift of this?
"Instead, all that happened is you didn't get a toy. Stop whining. Go clean your room. And here, have some fun with this piece of coal.
But PlayStation 3 is still nothing more than a toy.
So you there; yes, you, the 44-year-old cyber-geek with a mortgage, and diapers to change, and, like, you know, a real job: Stop it. Stop it right now!
Altogether Now
Stop standing in line like some refugee waiting on a bowl of gruel, all to blow between $500 and $600 on - altogether now - a toy!
This may come as something of a Saul falling off his horse on the way to Damascus epiphany moment for you, but in time Sony will make enough PlayStation 3s so that anyone who wants one will be able to purchase the toy.
Fights have broken out. Riots have erupted. Shots have been fired between PlayStation 3 suckers eager to be either the first one on their block, or in the morgue, to possess - yes, once again, a toy would be the operative word here.
Still, do you know what will happen if there is no PlayStation 3 left behind by Santa? Nothing, that's what.
Locusts will not descend upon the fruitcake. The sun will rise. The umpteenth rendition of chestnuts roasting over the open fire will still drive you crazy, and your brother-in-law, the one with the ankle monitor, will still drink all your liquor.
And if that perfectly dreadful imp in your life still wants to throw a post-assassination attempt Saddam-esque hissy fit because you failed in your effort to become a homeless person for the sake of an overpriced soon-to-be obsolete TOY, here's what you tell the ungrateful kiddo:
"Life is full of disappointments, my child. And you just experienced one of them. It could be worse. You could be in Iraq. You could be some orphan in Darfur. Tom Cruise could be your father. Are you getting the drift of this?
"Instead, all that happened is you didn't get a toy. Stop whining. Go clean your room. And here, have some fun with this piece of coal.
Thursday is Thanksgiving so the "give mes" have arrived. Every store, every commercial will tell you and your child (or other loved ones) that without this one gift you either aren't loved or don't love others enough. The latest commercial that has me hitting the remote when it comes on is for a jeweler. It uses the great, classic scene from "It's A Wonderful Life" [You want the moon? I'll lasso the moon for you] to sell their jewelry. Let's leave the classics out of this, could we please? I'll be using the remote often in the next few weeks, as I can't stand so many ads because they appeal to a mentality of greed and materialism. Ugh.
Time to go paint the house. We got it pressure washed yesterday and the cracks filled in. Now we need to protect the deck out back from the paint splatters and hopefully it will be warm enough to paint then. It is down right cold here in Florida. We don't normally see these kinds of temperatures until January. It was in the low 40s last night with wind chills in the 30s [news flash: we don't do 30s in Florida...it's why we moved here!]. The high today is suppose to be 60. The normal high is in the 70s. And it's windy and cloudy. It's dreary. If I wanted this I'd live in New England.
Best news of the weekend: the Buccaneers beat the Redskins. (Sorry John). The worst news, we still have to watch them play 6 more games!
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