A lot of paint and 73 moving boxes later and now in my new apartment, doing the "analog" thing again (read: connecting via modem). Yesterday I swore I would NEVER buy a book again (going on box no XX) - let's see how long I can keep this promise...What is it about books that makes you buy them, if even you know that chances are remote that you will actually get around to reading it? Why is it so immensely satisfying to look at a shelf of books, pick out a volume randomly and browse through it? Why is it this satisfaction doesnt work with games? Once out of their nifty boxes, games seem to disappear into anonymity in their CD-covers; living a forlorn life til someone by chance digs them out from oblivion - at least in my shelves. I never (rarely) pick up a game, gazing longingly at the cover, wondering when and whether to play it or not. Is it because Im not a gamer?
# posted by Lisbeth at: 22:00