Pre-orders are for suckers. Which, unfortunately, I am.

*sigh*

Halo 3 is officially out now. I can see my friends online playing it. I am imagining all the fun they are having. I can envision them laughing with glee as they stick each other with plasma grenades. In my head there are rainbows and unicorns and rocket launchers around every corner. It must be glorious!

And what am I doing while they tear around in Warthogs and Banshees? I'm folding laundry and fixing my album art in iTunes.

Master Chief would be ashamed.

I don't know why I was suckered into the preorder again this time. Well, yes I do: Best Buy offered a bunch of Microsoft Points for like five bucks if you preordered the Special Edition with them. So... I guess I could go buy Frogger and Gauntlet, or the Gilmore Girls wallpaper and gamer pictures, while my friends, soulless bastards that they are, are blasting away at The Covenant and each other.

*sigh*

I've been burned by this before. Preorders are stupid. Sure, they sometimes offer you something special, but you are the mercy of your local post-office or delivery service. I've never received one on the release date. While I was here trying to decide if Soundgarden counts as "Rock" or "Alternative Rock", my friends were out at a local Wal-Mart picking up a copy of the game, a luxury I was not afforded because I preordered the game. Why couldn't I just get it early. I mean, shouldn't that be my reward for paying the money up front? Unless someone comes up with a really compelling preorder offer in the future, I'm done with the whole stupid process.

In an ironic twist, iTunes, which is randomly playing my music collection, just put on the b-side "Halo" by The Cure.

*sigh*