Time vs Me

I hate feeling like I have to explain a tweet, but on Saturday night I tweeted that the night's biggest loser was the PS3 game Uncharted 2.

Feeling as if I'm a somewhat solitary voice on this game I need to explain myself. It looks fantastic, it has a plot and it certainly has charm. What it can't do is create about 20-30 hours for me to play it. Furthermore the two friends with me (one slightly older than me, with a busy career, the other slightly younger and married) agreed with me.

So Uncharted 2 would have been perfect for me in May/June 1994, when I spent the end of my first year at University avoiding people and playing game after game of Football and Baseball ("Pop-up!") on my Amiga. Now I just don't have that time.

I'm now the person who fits in a quick game of FIFA. I'm the person who mostly runs and stays in bounds on Madden to keep the clock moving. I'm the person who rues replays in NHL because they're a hindrance to the game progressing*.

(* I made an exception when my best mate missed an open net the on his recent visit, but only because it appealed to my warped sense of humour.)

Time isn't my friend, it is a persistent and speedy enemy. I have ways to combat it, but in ways which don't leave me with time for Uncharted 2.

The Ker-nacked Chronicles

Here's a rundown of the times I've effectively got home from work on my last four work-days, prior to today (reasons in brackets):

Friday - 7.30pm (Cookie's boosters at the vet)
Monday - 6.30pm (MOT, after leaving work early though)
Tuesday - 7.30pm (Parents night at Nursery + trip to supermarket)
Wednesday - 7.45pm (Haircut)

No wonder I'm knackered - I haven't got any time to do anything!

I should also add that Cookie's boosters and the MOT are two of my most worrying times of the year, so on top of being worn out I'm also stressed out. It isn't good.