Wiiiiiiiii!

Nintendo's given it's "Revolution" console an official name- Wii.

Wii.

Let it sink in:

Wii.

Without question, the name choice is surprising, especially when folks have gotten used to the idea of Nintendo's system being called "Revolution." "Revolution" worked, and epitomized what Nintendo told all of us to expect from their new system, a complete change in the way we play games. While the name's a bit of a head scratcher, it doesn't bother me. In fact, it's grown on me over the last few days.

I have faith in Nintendo, and hope that their gamble on a "revolutionary" system with a silly name pays off. I love videogames, and have become a huge fan of the DS. Here's hoping lightning can strike twice for them with the Wii.

The Washington Post has a nice piece on Nintendo in today's paper. Enjoy.

A Lack of Motivation.

That's what I've got today.

I woke up early, but didn't shower and dress until after three. I sat around fishing for hours on Animal Crossing. Funny how I can put up with mundane activities in videogames, but leave laundry and dishes to pile up in my real life. A shame, actually.

It's grey and rainy out, which helps perpetuate a feeling of laziness. In fact, shortly after showering, I fell asleep on the couch for about an hour. I'm trying to wake up presently, with Frasier on in the background. So, it goes. It beats wasting the afternoon at a bar.

It's Fun to be Sick!

Or, rather, it could have been.

I've been playing around with a cold/allergy combination for the past several weeks. I ended up taking two days off last week to recover, and while I'm getting better, there's still some achiness and congestion to overcome. I've been taking Tylenol and Nyquil (for the sake of full disclosure, it's been generic Walgreens "Nyquil." I've never been able to bring myself to purchase name-brand medication.), but had I known about this, I would likely have been all over it. Or, at least, I would have looked at the box a few times before walking out with a generic.

The cold's been a drag. In addition to the physical discontent, there are mental components, as well. Being sick turns you into a pariah. I attended an engagement retreat this weekend with AMF, and I was the Johnny Appleseed of germs. It started with my coughs punctuating the room of couples, and by Sunday afternoon, coughs joined mine like dogs hearing other dogs barking. I felt hated. You could tell no one wanted to shake my hand at the end of the affair.

The retreat itself was full of strangeness. While I'm glad AMF and I now have it under our belts as a shared experience, I'd be lying if I didn't say it had its fair share of crap attached to it. The sign greeting us set the standard for my expectations:

Beyond our surprise that this was a correct spelling-optional event, we were also surprised to be housed with roommates. I was surprised to be housed with Raoul. I was doubly surprised to be awoken on Friday night by Raoul speaking in Spanish while he slept and then letting off a loud fart before slipping back into slumber. So, it goes. Raoul and his fiancee' seem to have snuck off home on Saturday night, leaving me to a Spanish-free fartless night. Maybe it was the fires of lust that drove Raoul to sneak off site, but it certainly could have been an aversion to my germs.

Anyways, the net effect of the weekend is that AMF and I are now engaged to the EXTREME.

But, it Feels like Deadness Day.

I feel some better than yesterday, but not quite well yet. So, I'm home.

Dammit. Hate taking a sick day, as they go against my vacation days, and I have a lot planned for the year, what with the wedding, etc.

So, it goes.

I need to get better. Engaged Encounter this weekend. Can't be sick there.

Babbling.

Off to grab a cup of coffee, then back here to do laundry, play Animal Crossing, and maybe watch a movie.

Just trying to rest.

But, it Feels like Deadness Day.

I feel some better than yesterday, but not quite well yet. So, I'm home.

Dammit. Hate taking a sick day, as they go against my vacation days, and I have a lot planned for the year, what with the wedding, etc.

So, it goes.

I need to get better. Engaged Encounter this weekend. Can't be sick there.

Babbling.

Off to grab a cup of coffee, then back here to do laundry, play Animal Crossing, and maybe watch a movie.

Just trying to rest.

I'm Sick.

No witty title, just the facts: I feel like complete crap. There's a combination allergies/cold thing going on, with each battling for supremacy. I'm the prize. I called in sick, which was a drag to have to do, and slept most of the day.

Now, I'm watching American Idol, having just finished a dinner of hot and sour soup. This is AMF's favorite when she's not feeling well, and in lieu of having her with me to nurse me back to help, I got takeout. I'm about to take Nyquil and then just lay on the couch until I feel like going to bed. Hopefully, I'll be better in the morning. If not, I'm not going to play around. I need to get better by the weekend, when AMF and I are going to an engaged couples retreat. I have to kick this crap.

Wish me luck!

Oh- I stumbled upon this site earlier today, and preliminary inspection has made it a strong recommend. I love checking out old toys and the like; hope you do, too.

If This Isn't Nice...

It's a beautiful Sunday.

I ended up at the mall looking for a present for AMF, who's visiting over Easter weekend. While at the mall, I got a call from my brother, who came and joined me. The Fox Valley Mall (Can't bring myself to use the new "Westfield Shopping Center" name) is basically a zoo for damaged folks, but the two of us ended up having a great time walking around and drinking coffee. Sometimes the most mundane of activities can be a real shot in the arm, and hanging around the mall with my brother did wonders to perk me up.

I'm off for a steak dinner at my parents'. It turned out to be a really good Sunday.