Heh. Wii.

November 26, 2006

There were just too many Wii-related puns I could have used, so I took a different tack. This is the story, NAY, the saga of my efforts to procure a Wii.

Ro asked as we walked off the train on Sunday morning, launch day: “Is
this the nerdiest thing we’ve ever done?”

It might be (for me – Ro quickly determined that it was, in
fact, the nerdiest thing she had ever done). The only thing I can think of that
might come close is also Nintendo-related. A few weeks before the DS Lite came out here, they were released in
Japan. Instead of just waiting a month,
I bought one off of eBay (though not for anything more than it would have cost
me here). It is light blue, a color that isn’t even available in the US (I win!).
It arrived, all set up in Japanese, and it took me a good 20 minutes to figure
out how to set everything to English. Stupid pictogram menu.

Anyway. The Nintendo Wii was released last Sunday. The release came on
the heels of the PS3 launch, but I tried to assure everyone that it would be different! And it was. While there were lines
for the console, there were fewer overnight campers, lines were calm and
orderly, and no one was shot at, actually successfully shot, mugged, or trampled. So we’ve got that going
for us. Far more units were released at launch than for the PS3 (word is 700,000),
but they still sold out in less than a day.

Ro and I dragged ourselves out of bed at 6:30. Granted, that isn’t that early, but it’s a balance – ideally you want to maximize sleep with still getting a Wii. It was my
nerdy idea, Ro was coming along for moral support/because she still hadn’t
decided whether she should pull the trigger. We scrambled to catch the 7:04 am
bus to the mall. It was freezing. And sort of raining. We reached the end of
the Best Buy line, saw how long it was, stood there for about 30 seconds, then
hailed a cab to take us to the Target a mile or so away. Our cab driver wanted
to know more about this “Wii” (as he dropped me off he also wanted me to call
him if they were not sold out so he could get one for his son). The Internets
had already told me that this particular Target had 24 in stock; after a few
minutes in line, intelligence reports filtered back that 24 tickets had already
been given out. Most of us gamely remained in line, just in case, or to look at
games. Or, in the case of the lady behind us, because she did not understand
the concepts of a) lines, b) tickets, and c) something being sold out. Since
the Target was opening in less than 20 minutes, we stuck it out and purchased
two dishtowels. Success! Sigh.

Our wait for the bus home was marred by the COLD and the
bratty townie teens who had (so we gathered) camped out all night, taken 6 of
the tickets when they were handed out, sold 5 of those tickets to others in
line, and bought just one Wii. The thing that made me want to push them into
the street was how they would not stop talking about how stupid people could be
to just show up that very morning and expect to get a Wii (when, shut up,
plenty of people did just that). The thing that made Ro want to push them into
the street was everything. Seriously, they would not stop talking.

We finally got home, and Ro smartly went back to bed. I was
exhausted but wired from my Dunkins’ large, so I laid on the couch, laptop on
stomach, hitting F5 on Amazon’s site, waiting for them to go on sale. And they
did, at 11am, for 30 seconds. I even got one in my cart (!) only to have it
cruelly moved to my saved items list after my next button-click.

I spent hours on Sunday on Amazon’s message boards and the
Internet, seeking out little bits of Wii news – where they were still available
(nowhere), when they might be so again (tomorrow, Friday, Christmas, NEVER),
and engaging in a cycle of checking eBay-seeing how many jerks were selling
their Wiis for twice the price-becoming enraged-going to the Amazon boards to
see who else was enraged-checking the PS3 auctions and being glad I don’t want
a PS3. I continued the hunt on Monday, following a trail that led to
Walmart.com (which I refused to buy because 1) Wal-mart and 2) they were forcing
people to also buy 8 games), ToysRUs.com (too late), and CompUSA.com (way too
late). I made my mom check the stores
where she lives.

I had failed thus far. I failed to do the nerdiest thing I
have ever tried to do. I had to take a break for Thanksgiving, because I was in upstate New York, land of no Internet. CB managed to venture out on Black Friday and procure one, and this gave me hope. When I got home Friday night I determined that my best bet was Best Buy on Sunday. They were rumored to be doing a second launch of sorts.

The strike team quickly went into action on Saturday. CB went to one Best Buy to investigate in person the availability of the Wii. And it’s a good thing too, as they were apparently lying outright to anyone calling the store, in order to avoid having too much of a line. We chose to hit that store, rather than the one in Cambridge, the site of my failure a week earlier. To make a long and victorious story short, CB, another hopeful friend, and I made a vague plan involving a Zipcar and 4am. A drive by at 4:50am revealed no line, so we took a nap for an hour at CB’s place before heading back to officially begin waiting in line. We were numbers 4 and 5 when they handed out the tickets three and a half hours later. There were over 40 systems, though a few latecomers were turned away. It was a fun and nerdy time spent in line.

It was confirmed, by the way, that buying that DS lite was the nerdiest thing I had ever done when one of the awesome nerds in line with me today hi-fived me when he saw it.


Passions!

November 20, 2006

Since I’m unemployed, and have a DVR, I’ve decided to start watching soap operas again. My history with soaps is as follows:

The
Golden Age: One summer before I could work but after I could be left
home alone, I watched three soaps a day. The ABC ones – All My
Children, One Life to Live, and General Hospital. I caught the tail end
of the Sarah Michelle Gellar years on AMC, in fact.

The
Revival: The summer before law school I had a few weeks with nothing to
do, so I caught back up with General Hospital. Then that first summer
during law school I was again bored, and watched it A LOT. But once
classes started up again I had to tape it every day, and I quit after
about a week.

Today: Now, three years later, I realized that I
can watch any soap I want, through the magic of the DVR. Welcome back,
old friends!

My game plan is as follows: Test drive each soap
opera for two weeks. It takes that long to figure out what’s going on,
and decide whether it’s awesome or not. The exception is General
Hospital, which I regret ever abandoning, and which I hope to watch
every day until I die. Seriously, that show is awesome. It has the mob.
Enough said.

That brings us to Passions, my first Two Week
Soap. I had really high expectations. There was a doll that came to
life, right? And maybe ghosts and stuff? And it was crazy and over the
top? Well, I was very disappointed. VERY.

There were only THREE plotlines! And each one was incredibly boring!

Plot
#1: Stuck in a Mineshaft. Some chick was pushed down a mineshaft, hung
out for a week, then was rescued in the second week. It was vaguely
interesting because the Town’s Only Cop went into a trance after having
a sleeping pill dropped into his coffee and could see her ghostly image
pleading for help. Oh, and they had to get naked and cuddle for warmth.
Hilariously, it’s his FOURTH time doing that! Still, the mineshaft plot
was slow and boring.

Plot #2: Ratted Out to the Tabloids. I
guess this lady told the tabloids that her husband was really a member
of the evil rich family (the Cranes). She lied about it, claiming it
was actually his ex-girlfriend. The ex decided she wanted him back, so
tried to prove it was the wife. This was so boring I almost died. It
was endless back and forth about believing people. The three characters
had the same conversation a million times.

Plot #3: Pretending
You’re Dying So Your Fiancee Won’t Leave You. Kay decides she is still
in love with Miguel, so she has to cancel her wedding to Fox Crane.
(The names are pretty great – the lady in the mineshaft was called
Fancy.) Fox gets wind of this (via eavesdropping, a soap opera standby)
and pretends to receive a call from his doctor regarding his fictional
fatal illness. Kay is wracked by guilt and still hasn’t told Fox,
choosing to sleep with him instead! That’s pretty great, especially
since Fox also tracked down Miguel’s vanished one true love, and
smuggled her back into town. He is really really serious about marrying
Kay. I don’t know why, since she doesn’t love him and also isn’t that
great a person. But that whole plot was at least interesting.

Other:

  • Passions loves the voice-over, especially to relay obvious information.
  • The
    names are awesome. For example, the ex-girlfriend from Plot #2 named
    her son after another main character, so she always has to call him
    Little Ethan.
  • Random shirtlessness is always appreciated, and
    there was at least one incident per episode. One guy had a whole
    conversation with his wife, ex-girlfriend, mother-in-law, and a male
    stranger without putting on his shirt. The shirt was right there, on
    the table next to him.
  • The acting is almost all terrible, particularly by the nice guy men. I think Miguel is actually a puppet.
  • A
    witch did show up on the second Friday, with the ability to make
    everyone in the room fall asleep by clapping. I guess that’s crazy, but
    even she was a little boring. And, if your universe includes witches
    and magical powers, why does it only come up once every two weeks? Talk
    about a wasted opportunity.
  • Oh my God, Paloma. Paloma is the
    Town’s Only Cop’s sister. She wears a barrette. She is nosy and dumb. I
    hate her.

Conclusion: Goodbye, Passions! You didn’t
deliver the crazy shenanigans I reasonably expected, and also you were
dull and repetitive. I wish I’d watched in your heydey, when that living doll
fell down a well or whatever.

Up next? All My Children! I
chose this one because the commercials show a General Hospital alum
with an eyepatch and amnesia. Sold!


Who’s the biggest tool?

November 15, 2006

Hello! Yes, I have been remiss in posting. But I also have been in 3 states other than my own in the last week, so, you know, get off my back, etc.  I too am mostly only capable of miscellany, but miscellany with a theme! I would like to second Ro’s words about Friday Night Lights. It’s really good. It makes me cry every time; I guess maybe that’s not a selling point for everyone.

I was on the west coast last week on election day (don’t worry – in Cambridge, the Election Commission stays open all weekend before the big day). As a result of my location, I got to stay up until the Democrats were a mere two states away from awesome victory, so that was nice. And imagine how pleased I was when CNN took the time to send an email alert to my boss’s blackberry about Britney dumping K-Fed, so that she could be the one to announce that fine news to me. Side note: I love a good pun, and I love the nickname "FedEx." Heh. Ro was kind enough to send me a list of all the awesome things that happened while I was gone, which included the above, along with news of Rumsfeld’s departure. Woo!

While I am pleased that what went around came back around to the two aforementioned gentlemen,
what’s up with O.J.? Dude. Not cool. I mean, not only is he publishing this book in which he basically says, "Yeah, not only did I kill my wife, let me tell you exactly how," CNN.com tells me this:

"Simpson has failed to pay the $33.5 million judgment against him in the
civil suit. His NFL pension and his Florida home cannot legally be
seized. He and the families of the victims have wrangled over the money
in court for years."

Charming.

So who IS the biggest tool: FedEx, Rumsfeld, or O.J.?

I’m going to rule out FedEx. It is definitely not cool to spend like $50 million of your wife’s money, especially since it was presumably on forties, pot, trucker hats, and manpris (tm Go Fug Yourself). And while in some ways it is awesome, it also is quite appalling that he seems to be totally unfazed by the way that people aren’t even coming to his free concerts. Only a special kind of tool can continue to think he is a ladies’ man and cool dude in the face of such public mockery. BUT. Britney did marry him and let him get away with that crap for a long time, so.

I guess Rumsfeld v. O.J. isn’t really a tough call either. O.J. is definitely a world-class tool, and I am sure I don’t need to enumerate the reasons. But Rumsfeld. Oh, Rummy. The hubris! Engaging in a course of action leading to the deaths of thousands of American troops and tens, possibly hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians, and the refusal, right up to the day of his "resignation," to admit that he made mistakes. Just because an apology can’t fix the mistakes made in Iraq, just because it can’t bring those people back to life, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be made.

Only one of these people actually makes me want to vomit, and thus, Rumsfeld is the biggest tool. Props these folks for suing his ass.


I am only capable of miscellany

November 15, 2006

1)  Are you watching Friday Night Lights? I’m really serious about this, you have to watch it. It combines two things I thought I didn’t like: high school football and small town life in Texas. Yet! I love this show! A lot.

2)  Today I changed to flannel sheets. I am sexy.

3)  I’m thinking about telling my family and friends that I’ve decided to just donate to charity in lieu of giving them Christmas presents. Why shouldn’t charities benefit from my laziness and lack of creativity?

4)  Dudes, I had the best birthday! I got super awesome amazing presents! I’m jealous of myself!

5)  My dad came by to pick up some knitting I did for my mother, and it was just a quick drive by. But something happened! Here’s our conversation:

Me: Here you go!

Him: Thanks. Oh, here’s a bag from your mother.

Me: Ooh, my sweater! Great.

Him: Well, see ya!

Me: Hee! Okay, bye – oh my GOD WHAT IS THAT?

Him: Where?

Me: Right THERE, on the door! What is that!

Him: I think it’s just a…wait, they’re mating.

Me: Oh God, why?

Him: Do you want me to kill them?

Me: No, just let them…um.

Him: Okay. Uh, bye!

Me: Gross! Bye!

6)  Also, my dad is awesome because he was totally going to kill those things with his bare hand. No future boyfriend or husband will ever seem like anything but a total pussy after being raised by a man who keeps a saber under his bed IN CASE OF A BREAK-IN. Gun? Who needs a gun?

7)  Why is the thermostat in our apartment located at the absolute furthest point from where I am when I realized I forgot to turn down the heat? It’s like a seven minute walk!

8)  Um, can we talk about the Wii for a second? What do I do? I am unemployed and in massive debt. But it’s so SHINY! And Zelda! And Metroid! And! I mean, what’s another $300 or so? I hate myself for even thinking about buying it, but I can’t stop.

9)  I decided to watch Passions for a week or two. (Thanks to the DVR, I realized I can totally watch soap operas now without guilt. Because yes, I am watching them in the middle of the day, which is patheti-sad, but I COULD watch them later if I had anywhere better to be. And that makes it okay!) Here’s the thing: I’m disappointed. I got the impression it was all voodoo dolls and vampires and amnesia and heart transplants and evil twins. Right? But I guess this is a dull week because it’s just some girl stuck in a mine shaft, some dude pretending he’s dying so his fiance won’t leave him, and two women fighting over a guy, where the battlefield is which one of them ratted him out to the press. BORING! I mean, there was one trance/astral projection, but it wasn’t the crazy-fest I had been promised.

10)  There is no ten!