So I'm just going to come right out and say it: I'm failing at this whole Quest 4000 initiative. It's not really about updating more often, though given the rate I'm going, it's going to take a half life of a batch of radiation for me to reach the goal of 4000. No, the issue is that I'm not really doing a good job pulling myself away from the virtual world. The whole point of Quest 4000 was to inspire me turn off my computer/console for a minute to enjoy the real world. I seem to be going in the opposite direction.

See this pic? If you watch America's Got Talent then you would know who this is. It's Grandma Lee! Some old lady that no matter what joke she tells, it's hilarious because she's that old. I happened to run into her in Vegas. My wife went gaga, and while it was risky interupting an old lady from her stiff drink and cheap cigs at the slots, we had to go for it.

I sorta hated myself to even recognizing her so quickly, and wanting to get a pic with her. I watch way too many America-thinks-it's-got-top-talent-extreme shows.

Since this was the first time The Kartel Krew got to go to E3, one of the fun things we set out to do was play a scavenger hunt game while at the show. All of the ideas were submitted by The Kartel community, some of which were raunchy, others nearly impossible to pull off. Typical. But there was one that until now never crossed my mind as something someone would even care about. Specifically: Get a pic with Kojima.

This struck me as particularly amusing because I use to work at Konami and I would run into Kojima all the time. I never once thought of taking a picture of him.

Having a birthday in this day and age of internet access sure feels like an empty high. Like having sex with a rubber on. Or rather 2-3 rubbers, because then I'm pretty sure you're just going through the motions, but aren't feeling a thing.

Because of Facebook, random strangers suddenly remember to reach out and greet you warm wishes. I got at least a dozen shout outs from people that I don't know, because at some point in time I joined a group to jack up my Mafia Wars friends. I wonder if they "think" they know me.

Like any diehard gamer, I got shelves of action figures, toys, and collectibles. I go through periods in life where I flaunt my goodies as much as I can. I'll clutter my desk with toys, and showcase them in display cases around my house, as if they were rare pieces of museum art. And then sometimes, I'd look at myself and wonder if a grown man should still be hanging up posters of sexy video game characters he swiped from a magazine at the newstand.