Ok, so I haven't posted in a while and it's the damn Wii's fault. The Man downloaded a vintage game, and I'm addicted. My pink and black bowling shirt is getting dusty as I kill zombies with a squirt gun filled with holy water. Check it out.
And the music's fantastic!
I used to love Clay Fighter. I was always Blue Suede Goo. When he won, he'd give the Elvis, "Thank you. Ah, thank you verrah much." His big move was a pompadour bitch slap. Highly amusing and totally effective.
So I'm replaying my misspent early twenties to mispend my present. Productivity is at a screeching halt. But damn, I'm saving a butt load of neighbors!
4 hours ago