irony

So, I’ve been excited about this new Grand Theft Auto game for a while now. Since February when it was announced, I’ve been patiently biding my time, pretending to be interested in working a job or getting a Ph.D., when in truth all I want to do is play the game. None of you suspected, did you?

The release date of the game is the 26 Oct. As it turns out, there was a leak of the game onto the internet a couple of days ago, and so inevitably I already have a copy. I would like to say I had moral qualms and heart palpitations before burning the DVD and popping it in last night–but that would be a lie. I would also like to say that I’ll run out and buy the game for $50 as soon as it’s available, but I’m afraid that might be a lie, too. Maybe Rockstar Games will find my web page and demand their just desserts–it would be only appropriate. But until that day perhaps I’ll just bask in the irony of having stolen Grand Theft Auto.

In truth, the sum of $50 is negligible when compared to the amount of enjoyment I derive from these games. I probably spent 80-90 hours playing each of the last two, and given that I spend $10 to see a two-hour movie or $65 for half on hour of go-karting, it seems like a true bargain. And I think that’s why in the end I’ll have to buy it. So much of what the giant evil media companies dole out is overpriced for what you get, it’s easy to forget sometimes where the value lies.

So, the video game companies can charge $50 for a game. I can accept that. But I’m holding fast to my upper limit of $7 for DVDs and CDs. Once they hit that mark, I’ll turn in my hook and peg-leg. I promise.