I didn't think I'd have time to write a post today because I've been busy writing a couple of freelance articles that were due yesterday and at the same time pretending to do work for my real job whenever I hear footsteps behind me. The stories suck, almost completely lack sources and I began to suspect that I already wrote one of them last year when it started sounding a bit too familiar. You know you're a shitty writer when you realize halfway through something that you're plagiarizing yourself. Oh well, they haven't been running my pieces lately anyway. As long as the check clears, though, I'll keep cranking 'em out.
No, I really do suck. I save my good writing for you guys except nobody around the Waitress has been sending me money. Eh, details.
Courtney got the Wii this weekend (that's right, I could have gone with Wiikend, but I'm forging my own path here.) We have sore elbows now. Actually, I'm not sure if the soreness is from the six hours of Wii Sports Saturday night or the 12 holes of frisbee golf we played immediately prior. Now I'm wondering how I ever got Courtney to go along with the idea of stopping on the way home from picking up the Wii (in a shady, cash-only parking lot transaction) to play actual, outdoor frisbee golf. It'll never happen again, I'm sure.
If I learned one thing this weekend (see, I did it again), it is that Courtney is a complete and total geek. See, homeboy that sold her the Wii (actually I'm a 1.18% shareholder in the Wii, having chipped in a fiver) had downloaded Super Mario Bros. 3 and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My girl picked up the Wiimote and started playing Mario 3 like it was 1990 and she was Fred Savage's retarded little brother in The Wizard. It was RIDICULOUS (could have gone Wiidiculous, but I'm my own man.)
So now we (yes, five bucks bought me the right to say we) have the most lusted-after gaming system of the Twenty-first century, and the most-played game on it thus far has been one that made it's debut at the climax of a 1989 film starring Winnie Cooper's ex-boyfriend. Sure, Mario 3 happens to be one of the best-selling video games of all time, but wouldn't the Wii be better suited to Pong?