He's at it again. I did not see the man for 8 weeks during pregnancy thanks to the Halo 2 game that I think I got him. Every night I would drag my fat ass up the stairs alone. He would wander in at around 12 or 1, hot off of some fight he had won. He was a little put out though that he couldn't talk smack with all the other kids by way of the interactive microphone because he didn't have one. I brought it to his attention that the most common phrase heard on Halo 2 was "I gotta go. My mom said dinner is ready."
This time it is Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. I'll admit I was a big fan of Grand Theft Auto Vice City. The only rule I had was that Derek couldn't pick up the hookers. There were plenty of other people from whom he could steal money.
San Andreas is a little off the deep end though. It appears to be one big drive by shooting full of gang stereotypes that are tedious at best. And the language makes even me blush. Since I have been compared to that of a sailor on occasion, you can only imagine.
The good side of this, however, is that I get to be on the computer and I don't have to share. I like not having to share. A Lot.