It's an interesting, but I'm not sure I'd buy a whole book of it.
Still, as anyone knows, my recent addiction is the massive online role playing game, World of Warcraft, and I delight in telling people about it, because outside J, none of my friends play it, and they all think it's incredibly funny and/or lame that I do.
It's the longest time I've played a game. I like games, don't get me wrong, but I usually play one obsessively for a week, finish it, and then maybe a month or two later, find something else I want to play. What I'm saying is that I wouldn't call myself a gamer by any means. However, we're now clocking up my fifth month on this game, and I recently discovered CT mods to alter my interface, and I have three different characters, two of who I dedicate the majority of my time to. In short: I'm not going anywhere fast. Yet, the true addiction of this game, at least to me, is not the actual game itself, but the thousands of people who are playing it with you: the way they flick around you in their avatars that are, by various designs, beautiful, ugly, and dead, and with names that range from the serious to the ridiculous and to the just downright stupid. Yet, by and large, I've found them--whoever they are in real time--to be friendly, helpful, and chatty as we kill our way through various monsters and quests. It's a strangely social thing, and I know people laugh at that, I do, but there's really no other way to explain it to you. I do know, however, that if there wasn't the social side, I reckon I would have lost interest in it months ago.
By and large, I don't usually wonder about the person behind the avatar, though I occasionally ask people where they're from in the world. Still, I do occasionally wonder who these people are that I play with, what they do, and what exactly they were thinking when they named their character Cowmunist.