No, this is not an April fool’s post. But it does contain reference to my no-no place. You have been warned.

If you follow me on Twitter, the social networking tool that I once scoffed at, you may have already read that beginning next week I start working 10 hour days. Our business is changing product lines so we will be in the process of moving every piece of machinery around in our facility. Me? Oh, I’m not moving things. While I’ve been told I’m mechanically inclined, I prefer my desk job of ensuring that the people who do move and fix things get what they need in order to do so, and then telling management how splendid of a job we’re doing by flashing some colorful reports at them. Oh how they love charts and graphs.

With my change in work schedule which will go on for an uncertain length of time, goes away some if not all of my free time. I’ll be getting up earlier and getting home later, so I’ll most likely be going to sleep around the same time my kids do. So what does this mean? It means bye-bye to gaming at night unless my wife is gracious enough to put my daughter to bed solo so I can go have “me” time. But this is an unlikely event. It also means, unless I come up with some wicked ideas for posts, I may be light on articles since mine typically pertain to what I’m playing, so apologies up front on not being able to read this garbage more often.

The whole thing got my mind all tangential though. I started to wonder about how much gaming I do, and how much I used to do. Before I was married I probably soaked three or four hours a night into games, then after the nuptials that was reduced to about two hours a night, more so on the weekends. Now with the kids I get about an hour, hour and a half if I feel like staying up a wee bit late. Again, I have more time on the weekends during the kids’ nap, and most likely nap time play will go away once they don’t need one.

So, speaking historically, the only reason for my change in gaming habits has been caused by my penis. My penis wanted a companion, then my companion wanted to breed and my penis was all good with that. But each time the trouser snake got involved in serious decision making, I got screwed on free time. So what the fuck penis?

Oh, well, I guess the real question is; how have real life events changed the course of your most beloved past time? Do you miss the days of old, or do you feel that the free time you get now is even more special because of the constraints?