Have you ever heard the term, "Computer Widow?"
The above term was taught to me many moons ago by the girlfriend of one of my roomies in college. Now, my college roomies were, to say the least, an interesting group. First there was Todd, from Scarsdale, who habitually asked me if a given outfit made him look buff (The answer, invariably, was "no" since (A) he had the build of a scarecrow and (B) I didn't care). Next there was Rob, who sold date-rape drugs out of our room and displayed an 8x10 glossy photograph of a urinating rhinocerous because it, in his words, "reminds me of my girlfriend." For those who are curious, I never managed to get him busted for the drug sales because he was careful to only have as many drugs in the room as he was going to sell almost immediately, and he never sold them directly in front of me. Then there was Bill, who was a nice guy, but had an unfortunate fondness for country music. I picked up my own mild affection for the genre from him. Then, we come to Brandon, who wore all black, papered his room in aluminum foil, and liked to go to graveyards with his lesbian friend Nicola to practice his bullwhipping. I assure you that, for once, I am not exaggerating in the slightest. Nor is "bullwhipping" a euphemism for anything.
Now, in addition to his fondness for whips and lesbians, Brandon was a bit of a computer geek. I can understand that, I'm one too, but Brandon was far more of a geek than I am. I enjoy computers, I find they make my life easier, and I know my way around them, but Brandon considered them to be a part of his very soul. So, when it came time to choose between spending time with a girlfriend and spending time with a hard-drive, Brandon frequently faced a very difficult choice.
So, on one of these evenings when the pile of silicon won out over a somewhat curvier pile of carbon and water, my roomie's girlfriend plopped down on the couch next to me and declared, "Brandon has a new OS so I'm a computer widow for the night." Indeed, this was a regular occurence and the main reason why I usually didn't study in the living room. Not that my roomie's girlfriend wasn't fun and all, she was amazingly normal considering who she was dating (Not to mention that, unlike the girl who replaced her a few months later, she didn't have eyebrows like Leonid Brezhnev.), I just had better things to do with my time than entertain her or listen to her bitch about her goth boyfriend.
What does all this have to do with you? It's simple: Today is Wednesday the 17th of November, 2004. Yesterday, Tuesday the 16th of November 2004 the sequel to one of the best-selling PC games of all time, Half-Life, was released. I happen to have a copy of this game, which is unsurprisingly known as Half-Life 2. This game, which was delayed by more than a year, is so far proving to be everything we've all dreamt of and more. So, between keeping up with my dissertation work, teaching my class, and trying to keep up with basic feeding and hygeine, I just don't have the time to wedge blogging in.
Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that, at least for now, you're all computer widows. Sorry about the inconvenience.