With the release of Starcraft II, my husband’s semi-latent fanboy roared back into the picture. I survived him playing the Beta and I’ll survive the final
release, but if I had any doubt about his fanboy status, it’s all been laid to rest.
Top Ten Ways You Know You Married a Starcraft Fanboy
1. He pre-orders the Collector’s Edition for himself and the regular edition for you (even though you don’t really play) because he wants you to experience his joy.
2. He wakes early on release day and hovers over the online delivery notification briefly freaking out when the package is classified as undeliverable for 15 minutes.
3. He liberates the delivery from the office before you get home, before eating lunch, and well before anything else.
4. Your mid-day IM is interrupted with “OH MY GOD THE INTRO. CANNOT TALK” and he stops talking. Completely.
5. Your typical late afternoon mushy phone call is greeted with “Can’t talk. Saving settlers!”
6. When you offer to take him out to grab dinner, he responds with, “But honey, I have to save the train. The train is being robbed. Don’t you understand? THE TRAIN IS BEING ROBBED.”
7. He starts telling you all about the life of his new friend Jim Raynor, while you’re lying in bed. (He also carries around his dog tags.)
8. He tells you that he’s been waiting nearly half his life for this – and he’s actually telling the truth.
9. While his friends jump in to beat the game in Hard Mode, he finishes the campaign on Normal because he actually cares about the storyline.
10. He manages to jam as much SC2 as possible into the 2.5 day period between Release Day and leaving for the internet-free family reunion not just because it’s new, shiny, and the best thing since… well, since the original, but also because he refuses to play offline and miss getting credit for in-game achievements.
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I can’t say that I understand it. I haven’t ever really excitedly anticipated the release of anything like this. Yes, I went out at 3 am to get my iPhone 3G, but his glee is far beyond that. While I can’t necessarily relate, it is fun to watch how giddy he’s been. In the right circumstances, we’re all just overgrown kids after all. I still jump in puddles, run around the house with my cat, and splash in the tub. He just happens to be a Blizzard fanboy. I’m just fine with that.
I love you, ya big kid.
If my life depended on identifying spices I own by taste, I’d die. I can identify some by smell (maybe). I couldn’t describe them to you or actually tell you what they do or rather, are supposed to do to food, “Salt good. Too much pepper bad. Garlic good. Too much salt bad.”

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