To paraphrase Marty McFly, I guess you boomers aren’t ready for that yet. But the millennials are gonna love it. And the zoomers will actually build one.
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Colin Furze. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Colin Furze, he called himself Colin Furze. Now, Colin Furze — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
As many of you may or may not know, video game consoles are for peasants. If you own a video game console in this day, there is a large demographic of people that will make fun of you until you sell that hunk of junk and buy something sensible. I too have fallen victim to the cheap thrills of an Xbox, but I found the light. I joined the PC master race. Not only can I diddle away my time playing pointless games, but I can also do reasonable things like go on the Intertunnel or make a spreadsheet. I’d like to see a video-game-console peasant try to make a word document on an XBone 720.
Ah, video games. I used to play a lot of video games. I still do — but I used to, too. I had to stop for a while because I blamed all my irregular tendencies on video games. Little did they know that beating up hobos was just something that I did on my own time, and it didn’t have anything to do with my obsession with Viva Pinata and the Sims.