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- My parents bought a Wii today.
No shit.
They bought a Wii Fit kit yesterday and I guess they figured they should get a Wii with the quickness so they could use their other new toy.
We spent an hour this evening making Miis of the entire family XD Also, since I have my own Wiimote (long story short, I got it to make one of those giant Wii-powered projection whiteboards), we can totally play anything with 3 players now.
Next order of business: get a nunchuk for my Wiimote, get Dad to buy an HD cable for the Wii, and spend as much time over there as possible before we drive eachother insane and beat one another to death with our Wiimotes XD - 11 Frequencies We're All Receiving
Launched Sunday, the 20th of July, @ 1:01 AM
- This Is the Moment She's Waiting For
- You know what's instantly funny? Deadpan recitals of Abba lyrics.
Seriously, try it. Next time there's an awkward silence, like at a work meeting or during a blind date or some other uncomfortable situation, make eye contact with someone nearby, maintain your composure, and calmly announce something like,
"Can you hear the drums, Fernando?"
or
"Dancing queen. Feel the beat of the tambourine. Oh yeah."
See? Hilarity ensues.
I'm not sure if this works quite as well with Ace of Base lyrics, but you could try it. That is, I could try it, since I have all of them burned indelibly into the surface of my brain. Unfortunately, everyone else in the world only remembers the words to "The Sign," and maybe "All That She Wants," so nobody gets my Ace of Base references. Abba, however, is like a part of the universal tongue of humanity. Like in Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age, you know? Memes, man. TOWER OF BABEL. Shit like that.
(Off-topic, I'm totally recording a lo-fi punk cover of "Beautiful Life" once I figure out this 4-track tape recorder I got off eBay last month.)
(Sort of on-topic, how do you pronounce "Abba"? My mom and I say AH-buh, but Entertainment Tonight says, AB-uh. Now I'm curious as to which is correct. I'd guess ET's version is right, since they probably had the opportunity to ask Benny or Bjorn for the correct pronunciation, but who the hell knows.) - 14 Frequencies We're All Receiving
Launched Tuesday, the 15th of July, @ 7:24 AM
- Cat Pix
- Thanks for the kind words, everyone. It helps.
Here's the last picture I got of Mariko. I sold my little Panasonic camera to Dad after his ancient digicam freaked out and ate a memory card after he took a bunch of pics up on the Kootenai last weekend, and then I upgraded to the newest model. The cat was zonked out on Mom's lap, so we made her our test model while we compared picture quality between the old cam, the older cam, and new cam.
And here's a little scribble I did on the white board in the exam room while I waited for the vet to insert the catheter or whatever.
- 1 Frequency We're All Receiving
Launched Sunday, the 13th of July, @ 12:10 AM
- The End
- She wasn't colicky. Her kidneys were failing, she was going into multi-organ failure, and she was so dehydrated they could barely get the IV in.
Dad lost it and bailed. He's not good with that kind of stuff.
I held her while she died. Afterward, we went home, cleaned up all her stuff, and donated it to the humane society. I think my parents might get another cat some day, but not in the near future.
Man, Mariko might have been a bitchy lump of craziness, but she was still my cat and I miss her already.
Fuck. - 8 Frequencies We're All Receiving
Launched Saturday, the 12th of July, @ 12:56 PM
- El sueño de la razón produce monstruos
- Oh, today is off to a bang-up start.
I have a rather large air conditioner in my bedroom, and I live on the corner of two very busy streets, so if I'm going to sleep late I wear earplugs. This is a problem when my dad comes screeching in at 9am on a Saturday. Apparently he called my cell repeatedly, banged on both doors, and finally resorted to rapping on my window. I only caught on during the last one and came out of my heavy mid-dream state and stumbled to the window to rap back at him before he drove off. In the process, I had to tear my eyes open without proper preparation, and I think I pulled the erosion loose again.
But wait, it gets better. Dad circles around to my back door, and I trip over a pile of clothes while trying to get my glasses, rug-burning my right knee.
Meanwhile, last night I was at my parents' house and they said the cat wasn't doing well. I thought she looked fine, in her usual grumpy-sassy kind of way, but I only saw her for an hour.
Dad's announcement this morning? The one that required nearly tearing my house down to wake me? Yeah, the cat. Dad says they got an emergency appointment at 10:30 and he thinks they're going to put her down. Mom won't go, so he wants to know how I feel about being there. Well, of course I don't want to stick Dad with the trauma of watching the cat die by himself, but goddamn, so not prepared for that when I've only been awake for 20 seconds.
I hope she's just colicky or something. - We're All Receiving
Launched Saturday, the 12th of July, @ 9:36 AM