My ex-husband is a programmer. Sometimes on weekends from morning to evening hanged in a compass with a face expression of the type of "complex shield" - allegedly finished a very important thing at work and could not take part in the home life.

In general, he burned out of his own foolishness because of the habit of not closing the curtains. He was usually sitting back to the window, and in the autumn dawn his favorite computer toy was perfectly reflected in the glass.

P.S Especially for gamer rights defenders to live in the game: the problem is not what he played, but what he lied.