Me, sweating as I look around my office.

• 3DConnexion SpaceExplorer
• DOS era Gravis controller
• Windows XP era Gravis controller
• Windows XP
• Fountain pens
• Mechanical watches
• Gameboy
• HP-41C calculator
• Old, chrome flashlights

I don’t really know where to stop this list. I love old stuff.

Waterworld. I love that movie so much. I’ve watched the theatrical, TV, and Ulysses cuts. I’ve read the comics. I’ve played the games. I bought it on Blu-ray the day Arrow released it.

Hmm… maybe? But I’m ok with it. All those things in your second paragraph are things I’d never care about anyways.

As much as I love New Vegas, I think I’m going to have to pick 4. I read this as having to live in the game engine as-is, and 4 let’s me build my own house. So, if I’m stuck in a game for eternity, I want to be able to have my own space.

I pretty much always have a handheld with me. I have this fear that I’ll randomly get forcibly stuck somewhere for half an hour and will need to bust it out. Usually it’s my R36S, but sometimes it’s a Vita, or a PSP 1000. If I’m feeling especially nostalgic, a modded Gameboy Color.

They come in super handy at lunch, grocery store lines, and when my kid falls asleep on me.

I know how a break petal works, dummy.

Music, screaming in the car, and imaginary scenarios where I beat inanimate objects with a bat. Sometimes just imagining going full Office Space on something is good enough.

A coworker gave me some THC laced stuff at work without warning me. So I’m sitting at my desk, when all of a sudden I start panicking. I feel weird. Is my heart stopping? I can’t move my arms. I start yelling. Other coworkers come to my aid. I tell them I can’t move my arms, while waving them wildly. They tell me I need to go to the hospital. The coworkers who dosed me said he’d take me, and they had to wheel me out to his truck in my desk chair because I said my legs didn’t work either.

In the car, he told me I can’t say anything about what he gave me, or we’d both be in huge trouble. So, I freak out more. We get to the ER, and I just don’t say anything. He’s talking for me. In the room, they give me some Valium and I calm down. The nurse thinks we are a couple. He’s a 40 year old dude, I was a 23 year old dude. Too freaked out still to correct her.

Next day, go back to the office like nothing happened.