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My hands were sweaty, I was breathing deeply and hurriedly, and I really needed a p**s. 'There are too many casualty' desperately shouts a female voice out of the screen, as I desperately try and save the last few marines from extinction. Wave after wave of alien scum break down over the stream of bullets I send into their massing ranks, but the tide of laser becomes too much. Suddenly, my marine is sent sprawling to the ground, and I face it all over again.
Time: 2:30 a.m
Date: 8/3/02
Time since last sleep: 81 hours
Why am I awake at 2 o'clock in the morning, having not slept for 3 and a half days? I have the fever...
9:32 pm 21/3/02
Heathrow Airport
I'm not sure about the events of the last three weeks. My memory is hazy, faced with a barrage of media, advertisements and bliss. The one thing I am clear about is when I was first infected. On my way to Australia, at Heathrow Aiport. I bought an infected magazine, written by infected gamesplayers. And I caught the disease.
3:07 am 22/3/02
Somewhere over Aisa
Many more of the passengers have caught the disease. It seems to be everywhere. Perhaps it was the in-flight entertainment. I can't get away from it; its everywhere. I turn to the magazine for sedation, but it excites me further. I think I might be going mad. But is it anticipation, or exasperation? Only time would tell.
7:19 pm 22/3/02
Melbourne
I can't escape. Its everywhere. Magazines, Aeroplanes, 2-story billboards. Why am I being plagued so. All I want is a bit of piece, a bit of the third place maybe?
25/3/02
Bliss - Murray River; houseboat
I think I may have gotten away. I'm in the middle of nowhere, on a house boat on the Murray River, miles from any kind of civilization, and finally I can relax. The symptoms seem to be wearing off, although I did have a panicked stage when I turned on the radio to find the disease spewing from there.
31/3/02
K-Mart
I think I'm getting delusional now. The disease has infected me so badly that I have turned and actually looked at the merchandise, converted the price and considered my financial position if I were to perhaps purchase? Maybe.
4/4/02
New Zealand
I've escaped. I'm one of the lucky few though, I think. It seems that New Zealand has become isolated. I have seen no sign of this plague spreading through the world. I can relax finally, but I think this infection I have is turning to a more mature state; I'm starting to crave more
6/4/02
Melbourne Airport
I casually walk into the shop, pick up a unit along with 2 games and purchase. I gave into the disease. Its like morphine, like crack. Once you've had a taste, you can't let it go.
2:33 am 8/3/02
This is really quite extraodinary. I think of it all the time, every waking moment, of which there are many due to its insomnaic powers. I feel like I'm a god, sitting atop a mighty black X-shaped throne with a big Halo on my head. It is bliss. I love it. What could life be without it. You don't know until you've tried, and I'm sad because very few are willing to do this. That is my story of the Xbox. Of Microsofts incredible marketing blitz, and how I slowly turned to the X side. And I'm glad, because the Xbox is the best thing since sliced bread. And Microsoft are keen to express that. Building sized billboards, ads on planes, in magazines, at the airports, on buses, trams, radios and TV. The world over. It seems that the Xbox is planning on becoming the Neo-PlayStation; hooked in mainstream life and loved by all. On the start of my journey, I wouldn't have dreamed of owning an Xbox. Now, I couldn't imagine life without it.
Time: 2:30 a.m
Date: 8/3/02
Time since last sleep: 81 hours
Why am I awake at 2 o'clock in the morning, having not slept for 3 and a half days? I have the fever...
9:32 pm 21/3/02
Heathrow Airport
I'm not sure about the events of the last three weeks. My memory is hazy, faced with a barrage of media, advertisements and bliss. The one thing I am clear about is when I was first infected. On my way to Australia, at Heathrow Aiport. I bought an infected magazine, written by infected gamesplayers. And I caught the disease.
3:07 am 22/3/02
Somewhere over Aisa
Many more of the passengers have caught the disease. It seems to be everywhere. Perhaps it was the in-flight entertainment. I can't get away from it; its everywhere. I turn to the magazine for sedation, but it excites me further. I think I might be going mad. But is it anticipation, or exasperation? Only time would tell.
7:19 pm 22/3/02
Melbourne
I can't escape. Its everywhere. Magazines, Aeroplanes, 2-story billboards. Why am I being plagued so. All I want is a bit of piece, a bit of the third place maybe?
25/3/02
Bliss - Murray River; houseboat
I think I may have gotten away. I'm in the middle of nowhere, on a house boat on the Murray River, miles from any kind of civilization, and finally I can relax. The symptoms seem to be wearing off, although I did have a panicked stage when I turned on the radio to find the disease spewing from there.
31/3/02
K-Mart
I think I'm getting delusional now. The disease has infected me so badly that I have turned and actually looked at the merchandise, converted the price and considered my financial position if I were to perhaps purchase? Maybe.
4/4/02
New Zealand
I've escaped. I'm one of the lucky few though, I think. It seems that New Zealand has become isolated. I have seen no sign of this plague spreading through the world. I can relax finally, but I think this infection I have is turning to a more mature state; I'm starting to crave more
6/4/02
Melbourne Airport
I casually walk into the shop, pick up a unit along with 2 games and purchase. I gave into the disease. Its like morphine, like crack. Once you've had a taste, you can't let it go.
2:33 am 8/3/02
This is really quite extraodinary. I think of it all the time, every waking moment, of which there are many due to its insomnaic powers. I feel like I'm a god, sitting atop a mighty black X-shaped throne with a big Halo on my head. It is bliss. I love it. What could life be without it. You don't know until you've tried, and I'm sad because very few are willing to do this. That is my story of the Xbox. Of Microsofts incredible marketing blitz, and how I slowly turned to the X side. And I'm glad, because the Xbox is the best thing since sliced bread. And Microsoft are keen to express that. Building sized billboards, ads on planes, in magazines, at the airports, on buses, trams, radios and TV. The world over. It seems that the Xbox is planning on becoming the Neo-PlayStation; hooked in mainstream life and loved by all. On the start of my journey, I wouldn't have dreamed of owning an Xbox. Now, I couldn't imagine life without it.
my decision to get one was more a spur of the moment type situation. i was originally going to spend my money on a US gamecube which i was bidding for on an auction (cos it was a heck of a lot cheaper)...but 3 secs or so before the end of the auction someone went and outbid me...
i had also decided to sell my dreamcast that day too to someone which gave me an extra £215 quid....so i thought what the hell -i'll buy an xbox. if you had asked me a few days before then whether i was going to buy one- my answer would have been a big "NO"
i had also decided to sell my dreamcast that day too to someone which gave me an extra £215 quid....so i thought what the hell -i'll buy an xbox. if you had asked me a few days before then whether i was going to buy one- my answer would have been a big "NO"
I was so desperate for my X-Box when launch day finally came. :-) I remember waiting for the midnight opening, an hour before I was going to leave to pick it up, X-Box adverts started coming on tv like the mosquito advert and stuff and I was just drooling and switching between channels looking for commercial breaks. ;-))
Congrats on your purchase. I couldn't resist either. Adverts on TV, big Xbox boxes outside shops. So, I also gave in.
Microsoft have got their marketing strategy perfect. A few months ago, the thought of purchasing an Xbox never even crossed my mind.
Microsoft have got their marketing strategy perfect. A few months ago, the thought of purchasing an Xbox never even crossed my mind.
My hands were sweaty, I was breathing deeply and hurriedly, and I really needed a p**s. 'There are too many casualty' desperately shouts a female voice out of the screen, as I desperately try and save the last few marines from extinction. Wave after wave of alien scum break down over the stream of bullets I send into their massing ranks, but the tide of laser becomes too much. Suddenly, my marine is sent sprawling to the ground, and I face it all over again.
Time: 2:30 a.m
Date: 8/3/02
Time since last sleep: 81 hours
Why am I awake at 2 o'clock in the morning, having not slept for 3 and a half days? I have the fever...
9:32 pm 21/3/02
Heathrow Airport
I'm not sure about the events of the last three weeks. My memory is hazy, faced with a barrage of media, advertisements and bliss. The one thing I am clear about is when I was first infected. On my way to Australia, at Heathrow Aiport. I bought an infected magazine, written by infected gamesplayers. And I caught the disease.
3:07 am 22/3/02
Somewhere over Aisa
Many more of the passengers have caught the disease. It seems to be everywhere. Perhaps it was the in-flight entertainment. I can't get away from it; its everywhere. I turn to the magazine for sedation, but it excites me further. I think I might be going mad. But is it anticipation, or exasperation? Only time would tell.
7:19 pm 22/3/02
Melbourne
I can't escape. Its everywhere. Magazines, Aeroplanes, 2-story billboards. Why am I being plagued so. All I want is a bit of piece, a bit of the third place maybe?
25/3/02
Bliss - Murray River; houseboat
I think I may have gotten away. I'm in the middle of nowhere, on a house boat on the Murray River, miles from any kind of civilization, and finally I can relax. The symptoms seem to be wearing off, although I did have a panicked stage when I turned on the radio to find the disease spewing from there.
31/3/02
K-Mart
I think I'm getting delusional now. The disease has infected me so badly that I have turned and actually looked at the merchandise, converted the price and considered my financial position if I were to perhaps purchase? Maybe.
4/4/02
New Zealand
I've escaped. I'm one of the lucky few though, I think. It seems that New Zealand has become isolated. I have seen no sign of this plague spreading through the world. I can relax finally, but I think this infection I have is turning to a more mature state; I'm starting to crave more
6/4/02
Melbourne Airport
I casually walk into the shop, pick up a unit along with 2 games and purchase. I gave into the disease. Its like morphine, like crack. Once you've had a taste, you can't let it go.
2:33 am 8/3/02
This is really quite extraodinary. I think of it all the time, every waking moment, of which there are many due to its insomnaic powers. I feel like I'm a god, sitting atop a mighty black X-shaped throne with a big Halo on my head. It is bliss. I love it. What could life be without it. You don't know until you've tried, and I'm sad because very few are willing to do this. That is my story of the Xbox. Of Microsofts incredible marketing blitz, and how I slowly turned to the X side. And I'm glad, because the Xbox is the best thing since sliced bread. And Microsoft are keen to express that. Building sized billboards, ads on planes, in magazines, at the airports, on buses, trams, radios and TV. The world over. It seems that the Xbox is planning on becoming the Neo-PlayStation; hooked in mainstream life and loved by all. On the start of my journey, I wouldn't have dreamed of owning an Xbox. Now, I couldn't imagine life without it.
Time: 2:30 a.m
Date: 8/3/02
Time since last sleep: 81 hours
Why am I awake at 2 o'clock in the morning, having not slept for 3 and a half days? I have the fever...
9:32 pm 21/3/02
Heathrow Airport
I'm not sure about the events of the last three weeks. My memory is hazy, faced with a barrage of media, advertisements and bliss. The one thing I am clear about is when I was first infected. On my way to Australia, at Heathrow Aiport. I bought an infected magazine, written by infected gamesplayers. And I caught the disease.
3:07 am 22/3/02
Somewhere over Aisa
Many more of the passengers have caught the disease. It seems to be everywhere. Perhaps it was the in-flight entertainment. I can't get away from it; its everywhere. I turn to the magazine for sedation, but it excites me further. I think I might be going mad. But is it anticipation, or exasperation? Only time would tell.
7:19 pm 22/3/02
Melbourne
I can't escape. Its everywhere. Magazines, Aeroplanes, 2-story billboards. Why am I being plagued so. All I want is a bit of piece, a bit of the third place maybe?
25/3/02
Bliss - Murray River; houseboat
I think I may have gotten away. I'm in the middle of nowhere, on a house boat on the Murray River, miles from any kind of civilization, and finally I can relax. The symptoms seem to be wearing off, although I did have a panicked stage when I turned on the radio to find the disease spewing from there.
31/3/02
K-Mart
I think I'm getting delusional now. The disease has infected me so badly that I have turned and actually looked at the merchandise, converted the price and considered my financial position if I were to perhaps purchase? Maybe.
4/4/02
New Zealand
I've escaped. I'm one of the lucky few though, I think. It seems that New Zealand has become isolated. I have seen no sign of this plague spreading through the world. I can relax finally, but I think this infection I have is turning to a more mature state; I'm starting to crave more
6/4/02
Melbourne Airport
I casually walk into the shop, pick up a unit along with 2 games and purchase. I gave into the disease. Its like morphine, like crack. Once you've had a taste, you can't let it go.
2:33 am 8/3/02
This is really quite extraodinary. I think of it all the time, every waking moment, of which there are many due to its insomnaic powers. I feel like I'm a god, sitting atop a mighty black X-shaped throne with a big Halo on my head. It is bliss. I love it. What could life be without it. You don't know until you've tried, and I'm sad because very few are willing to do this. That is my story of the Xbox. Of Microsofts incredible marketing blitz, and how I slowly turned to the X side. And I'm glad, because the Xbox is the best thing since sliced bread. And Microsoft are keen to express that. Building sized billboards, ads on planes, in magazines, at the airports, on buses, trams, radios and TV. The world over. It seems that the Xbox is planning on becoming the Neo-PlayStation; hooked in mainstream life and loved by all. On the start of my journey, I wouldn't have dreamed of owning an Xbox. Now, I couldn't imagine life without it.