I am experiencing a remarkable moment, a crisis almost existential in the way it's feeling me with a deep, yawning sense of excitement and shame.
Gods help me, I'm actually looking forward to Call of Duty: Black Ops II.
I know, right? What the hell?! But it's okay - it's not for the tired shooter mechanics, or the over-used, ancient-looking engine. At heart, I'm just a sad Trent Reznor fan, and the fact that he'll be scoring the next CoD is - no shit - really exciting me. David S. Goyer writing it doesn't hurt, either, but Reznor can pretty much do no wrong in my book.
And he's kinda handsome, these days...