My girlfriend went back home to NYC for a week-long stay, so I’ve decided to do something this weekend that I never, ever do: Be a completely lazy slug of a human and do nothing worthwhile with my time. So far I’ve managed to wrap up my playthrough of Halo 2, read a chunk of The Amber Spyglass and make it to the 3/4 mark in the so-good-you’ll-vomit XBLA version of Marathon: Durandal.
Mission? So very accomplished.
I checked out the Durandal leaderboards a few minutes ago and discovered to my surprise that I’m ranked in the top 250. How strange — my role on XBLA has always been the leaderboard caboose, so to speak. Someone’s gotta provide the absolute bottom-end of the rankings, and that someone is me. I feel like I’m letting down the side by actually playing Durandal obsessively.
I feel I really should be social or whatever and play some deathmatch (contradictory as that may sound), but I’m close, so close to that Bob-B-Que achievement. I’m pretty sure a homicidal streak on the next level (Where the Twist Flops) should put me over the edge. And after that, I think I finally need to play Metal Gear Solid 3. It’s only been, uh, two years? Yikes.