The happy hour last night was pretty cool. As usual, there’s never enough time to get to really talk to everybody, so there are some folks that I would have liked to talk to that I didn’t really get a chance to talk to. To those people I say: your loss.
Also to those people who ridiculed me for having to leave early to feed my cats, I’ll have you know that since Wookie was starving she ate so fast that when she threw up a few minutes later I could see that she hadn’t even chewed any of her food. Her vomit is on YOUR hands.
Finally, Charissa wanted me to tell a story about how I saw a little kid with poop on his face jump out of a car or something. This is what she thinks my blog is about. Well, besides it being a lie, because everyone knows I would NEVER lie, the thought of a kid with poop on his face actually kind of grosses me out. Apparently Charissa is into that short sort of thing.
Let’s commence with the narcissism!
My favorite event on Wii sports is bowling. But like everything in my life that I enjoy, once I begin to enjoy it I also try to start finding a way to measure it. Unluckily for me the Wii measures how good/bad I am at bowling for me, so I’m constantly playing games as fast as I can just to see if I’ve improved rather than slowing down and enjoying the game for what it is: a distraction from the restraining order issued by Zack Efron and the entire cast of High School Musical that keeps me out of New York. Wait. What? That’s not even close to accurate. What I meant to say is that the stats distract me from playing the game as a game.
So I’ll try to keep that in mind as I slow down and try to have more fun with game until I don’t get a strike and find myself screaming at the remaining pin, “Go down you fucking slut! FUCK YOU!” and then angrily mumbling to myself about how the game cheats.
Then I usually switch to boxing so I can punch the bejesus out of a goofy looking cartoon boxer and alleviate some frustration. It’s a nice healthy workout.
“Go down you fucking slut! FUCK YOU!”
What must the neighbors be thinking? Naughty, naughty…
I knew you guys actually left to play with your Wiiner! Bastards.
Jon: The same thing they were thinking before they got the Wii, of course…
I’ve come to enjoy the training portion of Wii Sports, and playing Tennis under training is very cool - especially trying to hit the ball into the breaking brick wall as many times as you can. My record is 24 so far.
But our Wii has been taken over by Guitar Wiiro.
Jon- I see it as repayment for all the times I’ve had to listen to the ancient crone next door screeching that her husband is a “queer”.
jwer- Left to feed the cats. The wiiner was a bonus.
whall- Wiitar Hero is next. I’m not very good with the tennis target thing. Only 14 or so.
If Charissa is into kids who are into poop, send her over to my blog. Your blog is all about an in-the-closet, married guy whose life revolves around his cats.
Dude. Stroke the first ball, finesse the second ball.
And if you need bowling tips, I have those, too.
Regarding your troubles with Zack Efron, I’ve always found that chloroform (available to me at work) does a pretty good job of making my encounters with him less awkward. And now you know someone who has access to it, so there’s no excuse!
At Wii Tennis, I am a God amongst men.
I GOT A WII!!! I GOT A WII!!!!
I had to go to three stores to get one today, BUT YES! I GOT ONE! YAYYAYAYAYAYAY!!!
Great blog to have stumbled onto…
and this quote’Go down you fucking slut! FUCK YOU!” ‘ shall fallow me around for weeks to come…
We had a heated tennis Wii game going a few weeks ago. One of the controllers landed in the dog bowl.
you were at the happy hour? i didn’t notice… :D