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Yesterday I was reading about the biggest game in the universe, Grand Theft Auto IV and how I can’t play it because it is only on Playstation 3.

Sucks to be me.

I really love those games. I have known become fixated on completing a mission, staying up past 10 o’clock, snipering the badies, stealing cars from the unsuspecting motorists and eating burgers to keep up my energy. Whilst in my San Andreas fixation I remember getting in my car (real car not the game) and whilst driving along, visualising swerving in front of another car, hopping out, giving the other driver a bit of lip and stealing their car (a much nicer one of mine of course).

I think it was some sort of video game delusion. Actually I don’t think, I know. I should have done it because I could have been writing this blog from women’s prison, now that would be a guaranteed hit! For a time also I was talking to people about characters in the game as if they were real people, I lost a couple of friends that year.

In my research into the New GTA4 game I read many forums, one of which was focusing on one mentalists journey of breaking a world record in game play (25 hours straight!). A lot of people were commenting on gamers in South Korea, playing games for 2 days straight and dying from exhaustion, dehydration and other terrible problems that could be fixed by putting down the controller for ten minutes having a quick kip and a cup of tea. In one of these forums someone mentioned a very weird urban legend about some South Korean peoples fear of fans or as it was aptly labeled ‘fan death’. What, fear of fans you say? I know. Strange and of course I had to spend some valuable office time checking it out.

There are many websites dedicated to the irrational fear of being killed by electric fans, some suggest if a person sleeps in a closed room with a fan on all night they may never wake up. Oddly there are a lot of news stories purportedly reporting about suspicious deaths related to fans.

I found this whole phenomenon bizarrely fascinating. I hope it isn’t construed as racist. I certainly don’t mean it that way.

BEWARE!
I fear some things. But they are silly. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I have left home, gotten to work and convinced myself that I have left my hair straightener on and the house is burning like a mo fo. So much so that I have had to call home to get someone to check or if everyone has left, I have borrowed co-workers cars to drive home and make sure. Guess what? I have never left them on. I don’t know if that is a fear or if I am just whacked.

Tonight I have a stand up gig. I am a bit nervous but I am ok with it. I think back on all of my other gigs and the crazy panic and nerves that I have unnecessarily induced. It’s not worth it. I want to enjoy it and make people laugh. Hell, if I want to do this a bit more I must get better in dealing with the nerves or I will implode. I have also convinced myself that I am going be better than at least half of the other comedians tonight, no competition though and apologies in advance for those coming along if I am incorrect.

Are you scared of anything? Tell me about it.