This past weekend was the first time in aaages that I've had a chance to stop galloping, and just sit down for a while. I watched twelve episodes of Battlestar Galactica, and played probably as many hours of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
The remarkable part about that game; well, one of the remarkable parts, I suppose, as there's a lot in there that's worthy of remarking on; the remarkable part is how much the city you drive through resembles a real place. Stuart already compared Vice City to Miami quite effectively, but I was still really surprised to realize that my little video game car in San Fierro was really driving past the Embarcadero in San Francisco. And then I found City Hall which is the prettiest building since bricks were invented. And then I found this gate to Chinatown, and I turned left and went up the hill, and I found Zack's apartment building.
It's fucking eerie.
As evidence that I have actually visited these places I'm rambling about, see here. Included, you may find a) me, b) Zack, c) Taylortaylortaylor, and Andy, as we ran all over town. Someday, if Taylor ever sends it to me, I'll put up the picture of me laughing on the cable car. They said it should be in an ad for how much fun those cars are. Because seriously? They're, like, CRAZY fun. And San Francisco? It's like, CRAZY awesome. I had the best fucking time, and I'm already looking forward to going back.
I will also take this time to note that sea lions? They're totally gross and moldy.