Feeling the Call of Duty....!!!

So it's that time again. For those unaware of that magical gadget called X Box, there is a game called Call of Duty which, in a thrilling and successful feat of marketing genius, gets released each year on a certain date at midnight. Devotees of all shapes, sizes and genders find themselves irresistibly drawn to their nearest stockiest, like zombies drawn to the bloated carcass of a dead cow. My own Perfect Husband is one such devotee. He gives hours of his life to this game. He swears it is a fabulous hobby, but to hear him swearing in a completely different way on a weekend morning, headphones perched atop his head, sweat on his furrowed brow, frustration evident in every syllable, I fail to see this as a satisfactory and enjoyable pastime. Even the dogs escape to the bedroom when he's playing, fearing that the aggression and frustration could somehow be their fault, and if they stay in the same room another minute they will surely ruin their chances of a biscuit later.
Don't get me wrong, it's good to have a hobby and Perfect Husband surely doesn't understand my obsession with perusing the internet in search of sparkly things any more than I understand his obsession with shooting people in a pretend world online with a load of people he's never met. Anyhoo, he had reserved his copy of the precious game, paid in full and even booked the rest of the week off work in order to devote as much time as possible to his new treat. He sadly couldn't complete his purchase at midnight as he was working out of town and knew better than to ask me to stand in for him (too many jokes here about the rest of the Nerds in the queue not knowing what a woman is because they've never seen one....although I do actually believe women play these games too-weird) but he still recalls with pride that one year when he was actually third in line.......
The following day I was pre-warned of the impending disaster when he posted on Facebook about how the edition he had preordered and paid for hadn't come in, how Best Buy had apologized profusely and had given him a $50 gift card as an apology, and how in return he had sulked for the rest of the morning. Whilst I am sure that Perfect Husband kept his fury under control with the skills honed from many years' gaming in realistic Life or Death situations, I had to stifle a giggle and feel so sorry for the beleaguered shop assistants trying to stem the tide of angry Nerds. Let's face it, frustrating though this is, it's hardly akin to starvation or poverty as something that can REALLY ruin your day.
As luck would have it, Perfect Husband called the shop later to see if any copies had miraculously appeared, AND THEY HAD!! Hooray!! The world as he knew it had been restored, plus (result!) he still had the gift card-methinks he will be purchasing a Call of Duty t shirt in the very near future.......
So, that evening me and the dogs escaped to the bedroom to watch a movie while Rebel (or whatever his gaming moniker is) saved the world, once again.
My poor tired soldier climbed into bed in the early hours of the morning, to grab a few hour's hard earned rest before breakfasting on an energy drink, dropping me off at work and starting the fight anew. I have to admit that he did take breaks in order to do the laundry (unless he somehow trained the dogs to do it, but I'm pretty sure neither one of them could reach the controls on the top of the washing machine) and he did refrain from playing that evening. He was forced to have an early night due to his late one the night before, so yet again I was Queen of the Remote Control (sadly I wasted this rare and golden opportunity by watching crap). This morning's breakfast was another energy drink (I am alarmed to see that there are several cans of this poison in the fridge) and as I type this (when I should actually be working, but it's pretty quiet at the moment) he is no doubt deep in battle with an unseen ten year old somewhere across the world......Ladies and Gentlemen, normal service is resumed.