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Let's Get Wii-Tarded
Oh yeah, Wii Party. Everybody was rocking out at Bob & Jen's Wii Party last night. There was a lot of tennis & bowling, and shockingly--no Wii puns at all. There are only 4 "wii-motes" so it left plenty of non-players to socialize. Krissy & Kenny spent the evening inviting people to their lake house. They are going to be new residents of the Ozarks.

The crowd didn't really start to thin until well after 1am. Around 2 a few of the guys started playing Wii Golf, when God decided we'd had enough. Kenny was putting and JUST as he was about to sink it--when the power went out. (It was really getting time to put a cork in Kenny. You can only yell "NOONAN" so many times in a few hours.)

Got home to more powerlessness (first time since the summer). Woke up to my battery powered alarm clock just before 10 and saw that my regular alarm wasn't lit up. Dang. So I was just laying there contemplating when I heard the furnace start up. I was confused. I didn't know my gas furnace could work without electricity. Apparently that was just when I got my power back. Derr.

Tried to go to the movies with Jen & Bob this afternoon, but Night at the Museum was sold out. I guess a lot of people were looking for something to do during the outtages. But we hit Borders and then Bob & Jen started me on House. I've never watched it, but Boston Katie & the Sherrons said I should. After the first four episodes, it seems a little formulaic--Weird Illness, Crazy Theory, Crazy Theory Treated, Treatment Fails, New Crazy Theory--but I'm willing to stick it out the rest of the first season before making my final decision.

Then Brandon came over and we Wiied. Tennis first (Jen & I got whupped), then bowling. I kicked everybody's ass. Three straight games. "How many time I got a beat you before you learn to behave?" The second time around I got my all time high score of 214. I didn't leave a single pin standing.

Okay, here's a story I wanted to tell a while ago, but it would have ruined Katie's Christmas surprise.

I went to Books-a-Million, because I'd decided that I wanted to get Katie several $5 novels, and I was working on a bit of a theme. Sort of a "Grand Romances" sort of thing. Pride & Prejudice, Persuasion, The Importance of Being Earnest, Wuthering Heights. I wanted a fifth book, something that wasn't another Jane Austen (she's kind of the definitive author in the theme I was working on, but two from her is enough), so I went to the customer service desk to get a recommendation, at least maybe a couple of similar authors. I was second or third in line for the girl to help me, but she walked off with the person ahead of me to help them find something, so I had to rely on teenage boy to help me. I showed him the books I'd picked out and said I needed another author to complete the set, that I couldn't think of who else would go with what I'd picked out.

His recommendation? "I like J.D. Salinger."

Are you on crack? For all the help that answer was, it might have gone like this:

"Hey, I'm looking for another book to go with these historical romances, any ideas?"

"How about a puppy?"

Apparently everyone there is useless. He went to ask his managers and they suggested Little House on the Prairie, Anne of Green Gables and Little Women. Crackheads, every single one of them.

I ended up with Jane Eyre, but it was a last resort.

TV RECOMMENDATIONS:

Hardware, on BBC America is growing on me more and more, everytime I watch it. Some favorites from this week's episode:

But he doesn't look like him in the face either. It's like if a giraffe had a son and it was a sideboard.

I'm cruisin' for some reproducin'. I'm ready to send the boys upstream to spawn. Yes, I would still be saying this if I was sober. We could live in a shoe, I've seen it done.

We've come to an agreement. I won't talk about babies, and he doesn't talk about tools or sport. --Quiet at your house then? --We haven't talked since Tuesday.

Also, Dimitri Martin, of "Trendspotting" on the Daily Show, has a special on Comedy Central that's pretty funny.

I'm alright with 2/3 of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock crushes Scissors. These scissors are all bent. I can't cut anything with these. Scissors cut Paper. Damn, this isn't paper. These are strips. This is going to take me all day to put back together. Paper covers Rock. Rock still okay. No structural damage to rock. Rock can break through paper at any time. It should be Rock, Dynamite with cuttable fuse, Scissors.

I like video games, but they're so violent. I wish there was a game where you help all the people that were injured in all the other video games. Hey, what are you playing? Super Busy Hospital. Please leave me alone, I'm performing surgery on a man who was shot in the head 57 times.

The thing about glitter is, if you get glitter on you, be prepared to have it on you forever, because glitter is the herpes of craft supplies.

Craziness from the internets: "That guy's a total patoot." "He's like 50 patoots!" Watch it. Enjoy the nutcase-ness.