I used to have this roommate who was addicted to video games. He'd play them all day, from the time he woke up until he went to bed; sometimes, he'd take a break and, like, go to work. But for the most part, he spent hour after hour ass-down in the rocking chair, staring at the television, viciously moving his thumbs on the controller's buttons. For a little variety, his friends would come over -- to play video games. They'd watch one another play, mocking one another's skills and yelling helpful hints along the order of, "Dude, watch out! Get that guy!" Sometimes two could play a game together, and then they'd fight over who got to be which character. Imagine 20-year-old punk-rock boys whining, "I want to be the blue ninja. I want to drive... More >>>