The new Playstation 3 is out. Now get a fucking life.

Around midnight today, the brand new Playstation 3 went on sale.

In Los Angeles, the nexus of the end of civilization, some people camped out for three days to be able to get into their local Best Buy and snap one up.

This to me makes absolutely no sense. What kind of person (adults mostly, mind you) camps outside of a big-box store for three days to get a goddamn video game console? If they have the kind of job where they can take three days off without any consequences, they're either a busboy at Applebee's and got someone to switch shifts with them (and in all likelihood their rent and utility bill will also be a bit late after buying the Playstation) or they're the VP of a major conglomerate, in which case they could pay someone to camp out for them.

So basically these people are all losers.

Now it's great to be passionate about something, but about a video game console that's gonna be obsolete in 18 months and will likely wind up either being sold in a garage sale for a dollar or taking a few million years to decompose and seep into the groundwater after it's chucked into a landfill? Are our lives really that empty? Apparently so.

I camped out once. It was in DC to have Bill Clinton sign a copy of his autobiography. My friend J and I took the train out before the sun came up, got to DC at about 5:30 AM and we were still about the 200th people in line. We shared a pillow I brought and we slept on the street, napping intermittently until about noon, when the line finally started moving.

So yes, I have camped out once. But it was for about seven hours and it was to meet a fucking ex-president.

I used to love my Nintendo when I was a kid, and I'm totally amazed watching some of the graphics I see when I hang out with people with X-Boxes and shit like that. No one can sit around all day sipping Darjeeling while thoughtfully leafing through "Harper's", but for fuck's sake, you can't wait another few weeks to buy it rather than forcing yourself to choose between being a trampler or a tramplee by needing to be the first person in your apartment complex to have it?

Witness the insanity here:




I looooooove the guy pleading "Where's the line?"

The line to what? Pick your own circle of hell.