An Urge

Damnit. This is one of those days where I can't think of anything to blog. I'd just not post anything, but then that's what happened to my livejournal. :-)

I have a very strange urge to hunt down my disks with the King's Quest games on them. Because I love those sorts of games. Really any sort of adventure game of that ilk. I call them "MacGyver games" because it's the sort of thing where you end up using a fishing pole, rubber duck and a drugged pigeon* to get some key off a subway rail.

... I'm not making up the drugged pigeon thing. It was from a demo of some game I played about ten, fifteen years ago with a kid who went to spy camp or something like that. It was funny, because whenever he'd take anything that wasn't nailed down, he'd put it in his pockets. But these were crappy VGA graphics at the time, so it really looked like he just shoved them down his pants.

And there's a point in the game, where you use sedatives mixed with bread to drug a pigeon and pick it up. And he SHOVES IT IN HIS PANTS.

I always wished I'd convinced my dad to get that game.

I also suspect I like the games because they're a safe way to indulge closet kleptomaniacal tendancies. TAKE IT ALL!!! :-)