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Video Games

In Nintendo Wii Trust

Nintendo released its official name for the Revolution. It’s called Wii (pronounced we)…..I know what you are probably thinking. What the hell is Nintendo thinking? I recently read Nintendo’s briefing on all this and the name kind of clicked. I actually like Nintendo’s choice although I wonder sometimes if they are just being weird for the sake of weird. Well here is the statement from Nintendo:

“Introducing… Wii.

As in “we.”

While the code-name Revolution expressed our direction, Wii represents the answer. Wii will break down that wall that separates video game players from everybody else. Wii will put people more in touch with their games… and each other. But you’re probably asking: What does the name mean?

Wii sounds like “we,” which emphasizes the console is for everyone. Wii can easily be remembered by people around the world, no matter what language they speak. No confusion. No need to abbreviate. Just Wii.

Wii has a distinctive “ii” spelling that symbolizes both the unique controllers and the image of people playing it. And Wii, as a name and a console, brings something revolutionary to the world of video games that sets it apart from the crowd.

So that’s Wii. But now Nintendo needs you. Because it’s really not about you or me. It’s about Wii. And together, Wii will change everything.”

Here is the official logo for Nintendo Wii too. Click the image for a link to the official website

I choose to keep my faith in Nintendo. They have never let me down before and whatever the choose to call their new machine it will still be completely revolutionary and amazing fun.

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Travel

Kin-tucky

I am forewarning you there is spelling errors.

So, I am officially addicted to the internet. I am outside at 1:30 a.m. in my Nintendo PJ’s, in Kentucky on a very slow (333 MHz for you techy geeks) laptop, with limited to no internet connectivity, and a bunch of natives just walked by me. I can not even imagine what they must have thought. I probably look like the biggest idiot right now. I am also surrounded by a vast number of mosquitoes. I think the mosquitoes understand that I am sort of embarrassing myself to a large extent so for the most part they are leaving me alone. Wow, I am a nerd.

Info on my trip to Kentucky thus far:

Kentucky is hicksville USA. I don’t really care who I am offending because it terribly true. The drive took 6 hours which wasn’t that bad considering I was reading the whole time. During our drive we stop to fill up, fuel and refreshment wise. We stop in the convenience store and to my unsurprise I find a mullet-laiden man with a house arrest anklet on. How charming. Guess what he is buying too. I’ll give you three choices: A. An insightful novel B. Soap and a razor C. Booze and cigarettes. (the answer is C) If you did not choose C. You are hereby dismissed from this blog. Anyway so not only this, but a man and his daughter come in to buy dinner. I must restate this for emphasis. A man and his daughter come into a gas-station to buy dinner. They purchased a large bucket of gas station fried chicken and 2 jalapeno dogs with extra hot sauce. Now ‘dems good eats. AND in this gas station there was a cooler where they usually keep the soda, but according to state law you can not sell cold beer and cold pop. Guess which one they choose, you bet cold beer. Shit, yes son! All this wonderfulness wrapped up in one gas station.

After about 3 more hours we arrive in our destination. Scenic Cadiz, Kentucky. Population: 4 1/2. Man is it a small “town.” I am hesitant even to call it a town. It’s more of a collection of gas-stations and fast food restaurants. After checking-in and eating I decided to sample the local night life. Weeee-oooo, what a selection. I mean KFC, Wendy’s, a closed-down steak house. MAN! After quickly realizing that was a bust I proceeded to ask my dad what he was doing, he said he needed to go to Wal-mart to buy a ink-cartridge to print score cards. We hop on the computer to find the nearest Wal-mart. I mean come on it’s effin’ Wal-mart. There are so many every snowflake could have it’s own. Well guess what? I guess Cadiz wasn’t in Wal-mart’s plan for global domination because the nearest one was 30 minutes away. You really get a sense of being in the middle of no where when a Wal-mart is a rarity. Once we got back from Wal-mart I decided to take some pictures to show you guys the absolute nothingness of Cadiz.


Shouldn’t they just call it fried chicken down here?


Rock out with your cock out!


A gas station that isn’t open 24 hours. Well with MySpace these days what isn’t sacred.


This is kind of the coupe de ta (spelling error maybe, I don’t know French) of my photos. My theory on signs is if they are there that means that the rule they are enforcing has been violated at least once. So good job Kentucky! I can just imagine the romantic evening. You and your lover rushing to a hotel to express your deep passion for each other. Baby! let’s hop on the tractor and head to the nearest Super 8!

That should tide you over for now. I hope to update this again tomorrow and the day after. So for now. Wish me luck as I venture back into this strange and often frustrating land. Cheers. ( I don’t actually say that, but don’t I sound delightfully British?)

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Nonsense

Dreamer, nothing but a Dreamer

OK, so I got home from school today after work and I just crashed for about six hours. This is how I work I like do not get any sleep then one day I just crash. It’s not the most healthy system, but to each his/her own. So anyway, I had this dream while sleeping today. I am pretty sure my brain was just kind of screwing with me because there is not way in hell this had any secret hidden underlying message. I should have written this right after I got up like I was telling myself, but instead I just went back to sleep. Anyway back to the dream. I was at a funeral for someone I swear I knew, but maybe met just once. It was an older gentleman. So, I have this friend named Chris Abina. He was in it, but not normal Chris. This Chris had a long ponytail that was blonde and pink. Also, he would go to everyone he met for the first time and kiss them on the cheek. Not a normal peck, but multiple kisses. I was with my aunt and we were looking at the body and he did not look like the normal dead body, if there is such a thing as a normal dead body.As my aunt and I turns around to walk away from the casket I glance back at the body and I he winks at me. I’m like woah hold the phone, dead bodies are not supposed to wink. I shrug it off and continue on. Chris Abina goes up to pay his respects to this man and he starts kissing the body on the cheek profusely. It was a moment where everyone in the room was staring and mortified, but no one was bold enough to actually tell him to stop. So he continues to kiss this body on the cheek and then this man wakes up and kisses him on the mouth, not like a passionate kiss like a I gotcha kind of kiss. He wakes up and gets out of the casket. The fuck? I turn to my aunt who seems not that surprised and she informs me that he has done this many times before. I keep thinking does anyone not check this man before planning a funeral or buying an expensive casket. Anyway thats when my dad woke me up to ask about golf clubs. Which really is ok because I really did not like where the rest of that dream was going. That’s pretty much all that I wanted to type today. Also, go buy the new Flaming Lips album At War with the Mystics. It’s ultra good. *thumbs up*