[Self-indulgent “me-too” post follows]

With much midnight fanfare, Halo 2 was released a couple of days ago. Because I recognize the time-wasting peril of owning either modern computers or a gaming system, I took note of the news at Penny Arcade, but didn’t rush out to buy it. I had never played the original Halo, but certainly had heard the hype. The last time I had any serious first-person shooter action was at a LAN party a couple of years ago, playing Half-Life (to which I was about three years late, too).

So it was with great pleasure that I got to play a few games of Halo 2 last night with my cousin, who is in grade seven and is usually only allowed to play X-Box on weekends, and who sharply put me and my mumbly thumbs in our places (The controllers have like fifteen buttons! When did that happen?) While I couldn’t compare Halo 2 to the original, I can say that the game is a real kick, especially on my cousin’s big TV with surround sound (I’m going to hang out at his house more often). Once I got the hang of walking and chewing gum at the same time (the “select” button blows bubbles), I was dropping baddies with style to burn. Lots of fun.

And then the party patrol came and told me that my ride home was leaving, so I had to leave my cousin to hold that bridge on his own. Next time, we’re totally going to bring down that big flying goon with the laser cannons.