Over the years I've gotten fatter. Can't hit a baseball like I used to (something I was never that good at to begin with). And my tastes, along with opinions, have changed. Dramatically. What I used to find good and entertaining is really bland and crappy nowadays. Sort of makes me look back on my younger days and wonder," What the hell was I smoking?"

Even how I play games has changed. The whole experience has gone through the meatgrinder a hundred times without even me realizing it. At one time in my life I could have gamed for 48 hours straight if my parents hadn't been around to prevent that catastrophy from happening. Today, if it's somehting that's really licking my nipples, I'll top out around 2 hours.

It's not that I don't like the games of 2012, it's just that my forehead is starting to show more wrinkles than I care to admit.

Happy Hunting!