July 15th, 2003

barometric waffle linguists (pic by me)

As a point of interest

There is an optional mission in "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City" which requires you to watch a scantily-clad exotic dancer sway in front of you -- complete with dramatic and enticing camera angles -- for, I shit you not, a full, consecutive ten minutes.

When I reached that part of the game, I set the controller down and left the room.

When I came back, all four of my (also male) roommates were clustered around the TV -- staring in disbelief at it and making occasional mocking one-liners. It took them less than thirty seconds of watching to agree that I'd made the right decision in getting up to fix some dinner.

It's a brilliant and enjoyable game, groundbreaking in many ways and exceptionally polished in most respects; but, good lord, the graphic design in that particular segment must have been done by trained monkeys.

Gay ones.