Technology is supposed to make our lives easier, but waiting to play Madden can drive a boy insane

In the pantheon of human experiences, a Playstation 3 update is one of the more minor of inconvienences.

But, considering the fact that the user is slightly tipsy upon arrival home from a night out at some of Ravenswoods' finest establishments, it's among the most excruciating seven-minute spans in human existence.

I just want to play Madden online. I'm a simple man. I am.

It's just not right to give these idle hands more time to puruse the Devil's workshop. It really isn't.

Instead of running the unstoppable screen play to Adrian Peterson, I'm sending text messages that I shouldn't. I'm tweeting about the most mundane of events.

Screw you, Playstaion 3, and your overly complicated processes. When life was painted in 8-bit graphics, it was simpler. Maybe not better, but more user-friendly. I wasn't playing this waiting game.

I wasn't waiting on the virtual world.

I realize that these are the rantings of an overly privilegeded urbanite, but I don't care. I want to play now and I don't care who knows it. Drinking breeds impulsivity. We all know that. So, why the delay?

Is it so I put things in perspective? Is it to take stock of what at times can seem like a simplistic life too dependent on video games?

Oh, wait. It's almost done.

Time to bring the pain with Purple Jesus. Time for the ageless Brett Favre to throw touchdown passes to Percy Harvin.

Time to live virtually and stop blogging.