If any of the handful of people who read what I have to write has played the series of games now known as Football Manager, you will understand my addiction. It is a sickness. The current version I have been playing nearly daily since last October/November. I have been playing the series for around 10 years now as a while, but each year, it just gets worse. Player Transfers, Cup Play, Training, Tactics… I cannot get enough. The game is so good that is has turned me from someone that hated Football(soccer here in the US) to someone that follows it regularly. The sad thing is, you don’t really play the actual games. You set your tactics and let the computer decide the match while you watch. Can I make Scunthorpe a world class team? Can I steal Ronaldo from Man United? If I only play for 1 more hour… If any of you play, let me know. I’d love to exchange player finds.
Ok, now off my geek pedestal.. I think…. So the reviews for the new Batman have been great and I cannot wait to see it. My kids are into superheroes too of course, but my oldest is only 7 and I think is too young for this one. What is it that attracts us to superheroes? I think that every little boy and even men dream of being a superhero. I think as we grow from children to men, our special powers change… from wanting to fly to shooting laser beams out of our eyes to invisibility (this one never goes away from the age of about 13). My friends and I sat down a few years ago and thought “orgasmic glance” would be an awesome super power. Wife mad at you, give her the orgasmic glance. Hot girlfriend want to leave you, give her several glances. Playmate trying to steal your wallet? You’ve got the picture. We have decided that it would best not to glance at other men though. While it would be a debilitating attack, none of us felt we should be responsible for another man’s happy sneeze. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Return from tangent… do we all crave the admiration, the power, the possible wealth? Do we all have a God complex in some way? Only I can save the world! Is it the tights? The good looks? The awesome hair. Damn you recessive hair gene!!!! I think it is a bit of all those things. Who doesn’t want to look good, be rich, wear cool clothes, fly, be invisible, shoot lasers out of your eyes and have the power of the orgasmic glance?
I’ll leave today with this video for my Aunt. Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
