"Let's set out some ground rules"
I overheard that opening statement while at the diner this weekend. Immediately, my ears perked up...a domestic squabble was sure to ensue.
"If you've going to play World of Warcraft for ten hours..."
Oh dude, I so feel for you. I know exactly where this conversation is going.
"And when you say '10 more minutes' it has to be TEN MINUTES, not fifteen, or twelve..."
Yep, been there.
"Yes, it DOES count that you made dinner the other night, but..."
Ah yes, the "I don't ignore you because of that one time I did something nice" argument.
I felt like pulling him aside and giving him some pointers, or at least sharing his pain. But I'm no help. I'm just as bad. My one redemption is that I won't go near WoW because that shit looks like the hugest life-sucker since the Doomsday Machine on Star Trek.
By happy coincidence, I caught Robert Kelly on Comedy Central this weekend as well. He sums up the whole experience quite well, don't you think?