| Let's Get
Wii-Tarded
1/14/07
Oh yeah, Wii Party. Everybody
was rocking out at Bob & Jen's
Wii Party last night. There was a lot of tennis & bowling, and
shockingly--no Wii puns at all. There are only 4 "wii-motes" so it
left plenty of non-players to socialize. Krissy & Kenny spent
the evening inviting people to their lake house. They are going to
be new residents of the Ozarks.
The crowd didn't really start to
thin until well after 1am. Around 2 a few of the guys started playing
Wii Golf, when God decided we'd had enough. Kenny was putting and
JUST as he was about to sink it--when the power went out. (It was
really getting time to put a cork in Kenny. You can only yell "NOONAN"
so many times in a few hours.)

Got home to more powerlessness (first
time since the summer). Woke up to my battery powered alarm clock
just before 10 and saw that my regular alarm wasn't lit up. Dang.
So I was just laying there contemplating when I heard the furnace start
up. I was confused. I didn't know my gas furnace could work
without electricity. Apparently that was just when I got my power
back. Derr.
Tried to go to the movies with Jen
& Bob this afternoon, but Night at the Museum was sold out. I
guess a lot of people were looking for something to do during the outtages.
But we hit Borders and then Bob & Jen started me on House. I've
never watched it, but Boston Katie & the Sherrons said I should.
After the first four episodes, it seems a little formulaic--Weird Illness,
Crazy Theory, Crazy Theory Treated, Treatment Fails, New Crazy Theory--but
I'm willing to stick it out the rest of the first season before making
my final decision.
Then Brandon came over and we Wiied.
Tennis first (Jen & I got whupped), then bowling. I kicked everybody's
ass. Three straight games. "How many time I got a beat you
before you learn to behave?" The second time around I got my all
time high score of 214. I didn't leave a single pin standing.
Okay, here's a story I wanted to
tell a while ago, but it would have ruined Katie's Christmas surprise.
I went to Books-a-Million, because
I'd decided that I wanted to get Katie several $5 novels, and I was working
on a bit of a theme. Sort of a "Grand Romances" sort of thing.
Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion, The Importance of Being Earnest, Wuthering
Heights. I wanted a fifth book, something that wasn't another Jane
Austen (she's kind of the definitive author in the theme I was working
on, but two from her is enough), so I went to the customer service desk
to get a recommendation, at least maybe a couple of similar authors.
I was second or third in line for the girl to help me, but she walked off
with the person ahead of me to help them find something, so I had to rely
on teenage boy to help me. I showed him the books I'd picked out
and said I needed another author to complete the set, that I couldn't think
of who else would go with what I'd picked out.
His recommendation? "I like
J.D. Salinger."
Are you on crack? For all the
help that answer was, it might have gone like this:
"Hey, I'm looking for another book
to go with these historical romances, any ideas?"
"How about a puppy?"
Apparently everyone there is useless.
He went to ask his managers and they suggested Little House on the Prairie,
Anne of Green Gables and Little Women. Crackheads, every single one
of them.
I ended up with Jane Eyre, but it
was a last resort.
TV RECOMMENDATIONS:
Hardware, on BBC America is growing
on me more and more, everytime I watch it. Some favorites from this
week's episode:
| But he doesn't look like him in
the face either. It's like if a giraffe had a son and it was a sideboard.
I'm cruisin' for some reproducin'.
I'm ready to send the boys upstream to spawn. Yes, I would still
be saying this if I was sober. We could live in a shoe, I've seen
it done.
We've come to an agreement.
I won't talk about babies, and he doesn't talk about tools or sport.
--Quiet at your house then? --We haven't talked since Tuesday. |
Also, Dimitri Martin, of "Trendspotting"
on the Daily Show, has a special on Comedy Central that's pretty funny.
| I'm alright with 2/3 of Rock, Paper,
Scissors. Rock crushes Scissors. These scissors are all bent.
I can't cut anything with these. Scissors cut Paper. Damn,
this isn't paper. These are strips. This is going to take me
all day to put back together. Paper covers Rock. Rock still
okay. No structural damage to rock. Rock can break through
paper at any time. It should be Rock, Dynamite with cuttable fuse,
Scissors.
I like video games, but they're so
violent. I wish there was a game where you help all the people that
were injured in all the other video games. Hey, what are you playing?
Super Busy Hospital. Please leave me alone, I'm performing surgery
on a man who was shot in the head 57 times.
The thing about glitter is, if you
get glitter on you, be prepared to have it on you forever, because glitter
is the herpes of craft supplies. |
Craziness from the internets:
"That guy's a total patoot." "He's like 50 patoots!" Watch
it. Enjoy the nutcase-ness.
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