I think I may have gotten a sinus infection for Christmas. The last two nights I've woken up at least a dozen times, my head is killing me, and I'm so congested my head throbs whenever I move it. Which, as it turns out, is frequently.
So I'm exhausted and a little blurry right now, because I'm not getting enough sleep and I feel like my head is encased in lucite and pudding. Well, maybe pudding in a lucite box. Yeah, but the lucite doesn't have any scratches in it, so it's almost like it's not there at all. But if it wasn't there, what would hold the pudding? Nothing, that's what. There'd be pudding every where, and I'd still feel like hell.
From that place -- which isn't exactly Bat Country, but is certainly on the road to it -- I present my game of the year award:
Nobody asked me, but if someone did, my Game of the Year for 2007 is Portal, from The Orange Box, because I can't recall the last time I played a new game and loved every single thing about it. Seriously, there's nothing in Portal that I don't like. The story is creepy and simple, the gameplay is unlike anything else I've ever encountered, and the length of the game -- cited by its detractors as their chief complaint -- was perfect for me. The soundtrack is awesome, too, and I find myself singing Still Alive almost every day. I loved Portal so much, I bought myself a Weighted Companion Cube plush toy for Christmas. I put it on the red chair next to the tree, with this silly snowman we put out for Christmas every year, but had to move it, because Ferris kept trying to take it off the chair and chew on it.
I'm not the only person who likes Portal enough to bring it into our world, either. When I finally gave up on staying in bed and trying to get sleep this morning, I came across this Portal LEGO display at Geekdad, who say "You could call it the Orange Blocks." I loves it.
Oh, hey, look! Gabe and Tycho agree with me. See? Great minds think.
Runner up -- by a Planck Length -- is Rock Band, which I'll be playing with my friends on Monday when they come over for the first annual Wil and Anne's New Year's Rock Band Eve. (This is why I'm going to the doctor today to get shot up with uranium or whatever I need to beat this sinus thing into submission right quick. I don't want to cancel this party, El Guapo.)
*Oops. This came out in 2006. But since I discovered it in 2007, I'm putting it on my 2007 list. Hey, I'm the boss around here, and I can make up whatever rules I want as I go along. Don't mess with me; I'll chase you with a used kleenex. I am so not kidding right now.