Creature Comforts

I was watching Fight Club recently because I'm such a straight boy who plays xbox and lives in his mama's basement. One of the lines from the movie really made me think:

"The things you own end up owning you."

My friend Scott calls me "Inspector Gadget" because I own a ton of little techno-geeky gadgets. My apartment looks like the batcave because it's wall to wall gadgets. Gadgets, gadgets, gadgets. Television, playstation, computer, video cameras, web cams, laptop, cordless phone, coffee maker, toaster oven, blender, game boy, nintendo ds, etc. The list goes on and on. There are so many wires in my apartment that you can build a small suspension bridge with them all.

Traveling is a pain because I need my gadgets when I fly. The night before my Guam trip, I was charging all of my essentials (phone, portable dvd player, extended battery for portable dvd player, iPod, and camera battery). It looked like I was conducting a science experiment with all the gadgets I had on the counter. Making sure that I had all the parts to all of my things was especially nerve-racking.

I took a step back and wondered how I'd adapt in an environment devoid of electrical power. Imagine me on that show "Texas Ranch House." I don't know if I'd make it without all of the creature comforts I'm so used to having around me. Even if I do find a way to be comfortable in the ranch house with one of the twinkie ranch hand boyz, I'd be wanting a video camera with night vision filter so I could videotape all of our steamy rolls in the hay.