My New Obsession

My wife could tell you with great detail all the things I've abandoned in the time she's known me. Good money I've spent on things I thought might be interesting, then completely lost interest in. Things I may not have had interest in in the first place, but I decided I'd try anyway.

Thankfully for me, she's infinitely patient.

Unfortunately, the things that I really get attached to, I can't stop. And I'm sure it's irritating.

Consider a moment, my newest obsession, sport shooting. I haven't been able to stop talking about it. Of course, I don't have the equipment yet to start competing, but it is important to me that I be able to compete with reasonable equipment, rather than attend the show and pick up the requirements only along the way. Even then, the rubber grips with finger grooves have already gone a long way to fix the problems I've been having with my double action trigger pull.

I'm a good shooter, but I've got a long way to go, and that is exciting, for once, instead of frustrating. And that's why I can't stop.

Games come and go, and thankfully, I've been saving a lot on that. I no longer buy video cards every year (that was an expensive addiction). Slowly... I feel games falling by the way side. And it's not that I want it that way... or that I'm simply lazy, I just feel the need slipping.

Where once a week, I'd spend a night on the couch playing the latest and greatest, I now find myself watching movies. Some I've already seen, some I've foregone in the past for this more interactive media.

I can only pray that this is some sort of phase, as my investment in to these monolithic (the playstation 3 and the xbox360, the wii is slightly less impressive) has been financially great. Not that I couldn't simply sell them, but my love of high definition movies has completely shut down that avenue, which is a good thing. I'm sure that if I did sell any of the consoles, I'd be right back in line, repurchasing them.

An interesting resurgence in my fascination with music has again been brought to my attention, where Souja Boy's dismal Soulja Girl single has stimulated the idea that people without talent need only be in the right place at the right time, Sting's autobiography "Broken Music" has stimulated the ideal that perhaps somewhere, there may be a creative outlet in music for me. Of course, that's sterile conjecture, as my talent for singing is gone and would require a journey to find again, and any instrument that I have an interest in would have to be completely relearned.

Then again... Who knows...

For your consumption,
Evidence that talent is completely optional:



And actually, I have to include this, so you can determine how much of his original single he's cannibalized with this song.
At least this one was fun: