2008 is not off to a good start. I woke up this morning feeling completely hung over, which is very strange seeing as I wasn’t drinking last night. Then I remembered I was on an airplane three days ago, which is about how long it usually takes for those disgusting airborne diseases filtering through the plane’s ventilation system to incubate. Now I’m sitting here, shivering and feverish and groaning and generally miserable. Happy new year.
Of course, the misery could have something to do with the time I sank into Half-Life 2 today. After finishing Bioshock, I decided to jump into Knights of the Old Republic — a plan which I abandoned after a few hours due to the fact that it’s pretty much unplayable on an Xbox 360. This is not an exaggeration. So, I decided to jump to the next game on the Tower of Guilt and tackle the HL2 episodes. Unfortunately, I haven’t touched HL2 since I reviewed the PC version and don’t remember much beyond the essential equation that Gordon Freeman = The Messiah, so I figured it might be smart to refresh my memory with a second playthrough. And now it’s all coming back to me — the fact that such an interesting, creative and polished game can be so utterly infuriating at times. The airboat sections are pretty much distilled anti-fun, and ultimately I made it about halfway through Ravenholm before calling it a day. The second half of that level has too many poison headcrabs and not nearly enough sawblades, which makes it exactly the opposite of the first half in terms of pure awesome.
Edit: Sorry about all the typos; I was in the process of dying as I wrote this. I survived the night so hopefully the worst of it is over. Although someone just reminded me of the turret section in Nova Prospekt, so now I’m thinking that maybe I’d have been better off dead.