Screw You Nintendo

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I feel the need to amend my prior post about the devilishness of other people's kids.  We saw some friends in Alameda over the weekend and their daughter is just about the cutest thing ever.  I didn't even mind when she started eating rocks.  It may be that she was born just a few weeks before we arrived in the Bay Area so she feels closer than the snots that I encounter in my working life.  Or she is just a better baby.  Who knows.


The down side was that after the baby went to bed we broke out the wii fit for a little hula hoop action.  I thought it would be great as I have mad balance skills and have been training in the circus for the past year.  Instead it told me I was fat.  Then it called my uncoordinated  and that my actual age is 43.  I had to watch in horror as my little mii character was plumped up before my very eyes.  Fuck you Nintendo, I have been bingeing on Ben and Jerry's ever since.  


I am glad to see that M. Elz is still obsessed enough with Fresnels to wax poetic about them after 10 years of working with them.  When R. Rybkowsky first drew the lens on the board I was in love as well.


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mlehet Author Profile Page said:

That gosh darn Wii Fit did the exact same thing to me and it wasn't pretty. I didn't go back over to my friends house for a week and the damn thing started asking about me because I hadn't stepped foot on it's little board in while.

I think it's just the Japanese way of getting back at us fat Americans - at least that's what I'm telling myself.

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