Tech: Confessions of a Snood Addict

I met Snood midway through freshman year. It was love. Those friendly faces were always waiting for me - waiting, smiling, never judging. The orange ones look like Cheetos, bless 'em. And that's what freshman year was all about. Snood, I mean.

I've known electronic addictions. Back in the fifth grade I could make Oregon in four months flat with three oxen, two spare wagon wheels and only a mild case of dysentery. Later there was Zelda. In high school, Goldeneye.

Snood was different. Cool video games are perfectly acceptable fixations. But among recreational addictions, Snood is the social equivalent of being hooked on cough syrup, or maybe eating Elmer's glue. I played over 11,000 games and got no respect. I would position my laptop away from disapproving eyes and keep Word documents open for quick cover. I deceived my friends. I led a double life. I was ashamed.

The problem solved itself when my laptop bailed; something about bubble gum in the A drive. To everything there is a season, turn-turn-turning and so forth. I've grown up, moved on and learned my lesson. These days it's all about Deer Hunter 2003: Legendary Hunting (Walmart, $19.97). Git your hunt on!