in re:

must i go on?

this should, in all respects, be a surviving darwinism, so it will be short, but it comes so hot on the heels of my lambasting of "virtual exercise", that i can only assume it is the universe's response to my last post.

so there it is, people. science said it second: video games are not social activity, exercise, emotional enrichment, or a fountain of youth for your inner child.

for those of you who think that this is some USA today infographic, it is not. this is a study performed by the center for disease control, and it reiterates the point that video gamers tend to be 35+ years old, introverted, overweight, and depressed. in other words, gamers are middle aged, fat, lonely, and sad.

one step closer to the ill begotten, apocalyptic future predicted by, gulp, demolition man, in which we all copulate by putting on our virtual reality goggles, and drive ourselves to orgasm through a epileptic series of Mtv-esque, cyberotica, thereby achieving successful climax without ever exposing ourselves to anything more dangerous than a computer virus, and never enjoying the sins of the flesh.

well, all you fat, sad, lonely, middle aged gamer bastards will not drive me to substitute toilet paper for something called "the 3 shells" (demolition man reference, i am terribly sorry for the obscurity of this allusion... no, i'm not).

now, go outside and get some exercise! that's where i'm going right... now!