Month: April 2007

No, that’s not some attempt at a “clever” post title, though I wouldn’t blame you for thinking it was one of my typically bad jokes!

“Sell it Again, Sam” is/was the name of a thrift store around here that Canaan (The Man Himself) and I used to frequent in our adolescent quest for old Star Wars toys. They also had their fair share of used TV game cassettes with the names of now-agéd children scrawled on the back.

Anywho, the original proprietor was a predictably crotchety old man. Canaan will have to back this up, but I believe he put up one of his consoles on consignment there once. Perhaps that’s another story for another day, better told from the horse’s mouth!

Speaking of horses, I’m preparing to take a break from having writer’s block to mount my very own steel-caged steed and veer it in the direction of this crumbled tomb of thriftiness to see if it still exists. If, by chance, all that remains is a heap of rubble and the broken hilts of fallen warriors, then I shall scour its ruins for some lost treasures!

This is the episode that, whether you’re aware or not, you’ve all been waiting for!

FIVE MEN CONVERGE INTO ONE AUDITORY VESSEL, PLUNGING INTO YOUR EAR CANAL AND PERFORMING A BARREL ROLL THROUGH YOUR BRAIN!

It looks like Fox Canceled Drive already. Let’s clarify some things first: It’s not a great show, but it has its moments, and it latches its hook in certain places. It’s like they used their good writers to whip up Nathan Fillion’s story, and then dispatched duty on the other characters to some interns. It also features the ugliest woman on television; not television ugly, but real world ugly.

This served as an instant boon for entertainment writers everywhere, all of which flocked to their computers to work on their very best”driving puns.”

Also for your added pleasure: JAPANESE BRUCE WILLIS!

It seems I’m always saying good morning to you beasts, so for once I’ll say:

More to come!

It is no longer a secret, friends, I have procured a Nintendo Wii™! Upon finally discovering it loafing about in the wild, I made haste and shot, bagged, gutted, and mounted it proudly next to my television. It is truly a thing of dreams, one that allows newfound ways for me to virtually throw my money at the information superhighway.

Unfortunately, as you probably gathered from that vague sentence, I have also discovered the Virtual Console, a digital Grand Canyon into which I can toss precious moneys with little to nothing being offered in return. Is the trip to my basement, the home of my classic consoles, such a long and arduous one that it warrants this heinous disposal of cash?

Yes. Yes it is.

More on Wii later. I just wanted to do my sexy dance of obtainment, ya heard?