Freshman year at JMU my roommate Will got me into the computer game Counter-Strike. It’s a first person shooter that is primarily played online with two teams, the terrorists and the counter-terrorists. I was never that great and my crappy computer froze half the time. Flash forward to last Christmas and Katie got me the new and improved Half-Life 2 with Counter-Strike:Source – Basically, Counter-Strike 2. Well in the last few weeks I’ve been playing more and more CS:S.

I think I may have reached some point of saturation. A few days ago I had a dream…I was in a relatively small enclosed area with a few people. Something like you would play paintball in with a few small barriers to hide behind etc. Paul McCartney was chasing me with a pistol trying to shoot me…I don’t remember actually having a gun and shooting back – more just running and trying not to get shot by a Beatle.

Maybe there’s a deeper meaning to this dream….or maybe I saw Paul McCartney during a Saturday Night Live sketch a couple weeks ago and he just got mixed up in my CS:S dream. Anyone have any psychological input on this one? There was a little while during high school when I would write down all the details of my dreams…if I woke up in the middle of the night I would write them down right away, then when I woke up in the morning I would read what I wrote and usually didn’t remember the dreams at all…maybe I should start doing that again and put my whacked out dreams on this blog.

Speaking of first person shooters, Stan sent me a link to a new awesome PS2 game that is right up my alley: “NRA Gun Club”. Here are a few quotes from the review in case you don’t actually read it: “It’s disgustingly ugly, nearly silent, and shallow in a way that will put off anyone, whether a firearms enthusiast or not.”, “The presentation in NRA Gun Club is atrocious.”, “The awfulness stacks up, resulting in a nearly unplayable product.” I guess these are the kind of games that come out when a new generation console replaces what was once the hotness.