Go to Hell

I am resoundingly fed up with Professional Geeks whining and bitching about how life is so tough because they don't have enough time for video games, Pokemon cards, and webcomics. Take this post from those two at Penny Arcade, or this even less eloquent and more flagrant example of whining from the guy who sloths atop a mound of cheese puffs and cat dander.

I guess maybe they are trying to relate to the majority of the working population by creating a facsimile connection between their lack of time to play video games and my lack of time to do things like work, eat, and sleep.

I guess I'm mostly pissed off because they built a digital haven for themselves on the donations and compliments of their fan bases, and now that they are the objects of uncounted levels of adoration they have become so full of their own egos they feel the need to lord it over us.

"Oh, poor wittle baby can't play all of the games that are coming out this Fall?" Well tough nuts. Slam a case of Rockstar, cut off any vestigial remains of a social life, find a cozy corner of the couch and lull yourself into a video game trance. Maybe you'll play enough to reach Nirvana and you'll give up posting this inane information opting to devote your life to more mystic things. Or all that Rockstar mixing with couch fart gas will create an explosion in your brain, thus ceasing any chance of you bothering us with your ambiguous "life problems".