So yeah, I've been a bit remiss on the ol' blogging this week. Why you ask? Partly because I've been buried neck-deep in work, and have been forced to use my nightly laptop hour for job-related tasking. Partly because we bought a wii on Tuesday, and it's sucking our lives away in a glorious flurry of Nintendo magic.
Or... could it be that I am stuck down a hole, rubbing lotion on my skin?
...or else it gets the hose again.
... to someone that I love a lot, and who really doesn't need the drama.
Life's hard when you're a glorious creature of magnanimous love.
What insights can Chi-Ali offer? Let us see.
No comment required.
That's right - it's time to shake it off girl.
You said it Nancy.
And the longest inside joke post ever [dick]whips to a close.
...I love it!'
Where has this totally rad video been all my life?
Let me get this straight, people. You knew there was a white reggae version of R Kelly, and you didn't tell me? You know who you are, and you're on my blacklist forever. No wait.. you buy me fun toys and dance in snakeskin bras. Actually, I ain't mad atcha.
Plus, Friday reggae night at the Anza Club? Mad fun boi! This is a dedication to all the old friends I saw winding it down there this week. Boo yah!
So the Wii, Nintendo's newest hottest console launched today.
Scott and I were going to line up and buy one, but he had to work so we didn't have a chance to. We probably will, despite KT's strong resistance, although since finding out Super Mario Galaxy isn't launching until March, the Beckstar isn't so sure she needs to get down on it immediately.
So yeah... I have a bunch of other reasons that this gaming system is totally rad, and why Nintendo rocks, but frankly, I've been loading content into a website for about 9 hours now. Let's call this a placeholder until my hands are no longer hardening into qwerty-claws.
Okay, so you know you are living in a pampered first world nation when a mere boil-water advisory can induce fistfights among grown adults.
It's so ridiculous. I fear the day when we face a real emergency.
Although, I must say that the slob in me is greatly enjoying the 'guess we can't do dishes or laundry' perk of the whole situation.
Bottle on right: filtered and fresh. Bottle on left: EBOLA! HIV! MALARIA! PLAGUE! TYPHOID FEVER!
Guess which bottle is the demented homocidal maniac!
I'll do it! You can't stop me! I'll totally ingest 1/800000th of a lethal dose of contaminants!
Now the real question here is why is my new digital camera being used for these ridiculous 2am photo shoots, and not shooting events like Friday night's off-the-hook partystravaganza, with moments like Joni dancing on stage with Kool Keith in one of the $5 bras he threw into the crowd while chanting 'Bra Adjustment'?
