Current mood:

amused

Grand theft
I actually haven't played very much videogames since I bought GTA IV, I've been much too busy with other fun stuff to really find much time for it, but the little I have played seem to have warped my already dangerously warped mind to hitherto unseen levels of warpedness (I'm givin' you all I can Cap'n, she cannea take it much longer).

Well, the violence bit is already maxed, so in that regard the evil influence of games has no effect on me (or rather, has effected me to the full extent possible years ago), but the following little anecdote ,or rather the events which it describes, managed to scare me a bit (Ah, well no, not scare, but shake me up a bit, perhaps).

Walking from the train to work, I cross a little plaza. Today, there was a seemingly abandoned police squad car there, and no uniformed police in sight . They were probably having breakfast at a nearby café or something, I dunno. The police station is about 100m away, so it could really have been anything. Point is, in my mind for about two seconds, the following thought process went unhindered:

"Ohh, a police car, those are fast and real easy to steer. I'll get to work a bit faster if I "borrow" this. Then again, I'm not sure how easy it will be to loose my wanted level here, a bit difficult to navigate, isn't it? But ooh, no cops in it! That means I won't get shot at while i hotwire it, great!"

Then, luckily, my sense returned, and I steered away from it.