Two days ago, Bethesda Softworks released The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (just in case you somehow missed the internet-wide "SQUEE"). As soon as the workday was done, I visited GameStop, cashed in the gift card that my brother gave me for my birthday, and acquired my copy. Of course, I spent the rest of Friday night in Tamriel. Then Skyrim showed me how old I'm getting.
There was a time, not long ago, when I would have spent my entire weekend in Tamriel. Hours upon hours of slaying dragons, exploring ruins, and assassinating baddies who don't even know I'm there would have made this a truly epic weekend. There's still a part of me, somewhere in my brain, that thought this might still be possible.
Unsurprisingly, I was distracted by all the side quests:
Couch Potato - Your DVR is getting dangerously full. Watch at least three shows so that it won't explode.
Outdoor Maid - The average maple tree has between 500 and 1,000 leaves, and they're all over your yard!
Celebrate! - Your friend's child is having a birthday, and a celebratory dinner seems to be just the thing.
What a Mess! - Dirty dishes and clothes abound; are you equal to the task?
Despite my best efforts, it looks like I've grown up. On the plus side, I've completed nearly all of my side quests. In fact, I think I just leveled up!