February 2007 Archives

I keep meaning to post the sock pattern I use, huh?

Sorry guys. I've not been in the knitting mood since the Forced Knitting For Christmas. I will try to do that this week.

I have no excuse. I have only gaming. To those who don't game, it is no excuse. So, there you go.

Lots of apologies, everyone!

I admit it.

I've been gone for a while. Sorry about that.

Mostly, it's been because I was sick. But, beyond that...

Well...

You see, here's the thing...

I'm a geek. I'm a gamer geek at that, and these last couple of weeks have been a Good Time to get my geek on.

Okay, let's start with the fact we own one of these.This is among three computers, a Playstation 2, and an Atari Playback.

The thing about the Nintendo Wii is that it's turning non-gaming people into gaming people. Seriously, ya'll, this thing is more fun than should be allowed. I mean, what other machine let's you swing the remote like a bat in order to hit a ball on the screen? (For the love of little green men, people, hold on to your damn Wii-motes. I don't know what moron is swinging so hard, letting go, and flinging them into TVs/out windows/at little brothers, but it's just stupid. You don't even have to hold it like a bat/tennis racket/sword. The slightest movement will do what's needed. It's just fun to hold it like a bat/tennis racket/sword, and the morons who are breaking their televisions with them are ruining the fun for the rest of us. If ya'll don't know what I'm talking about, google it. Trust me, there are lots of stories. Most of them false.) Anyway, we have one, and it's tons o' fun. Now, this same system not only has games on discs, but also has this neat little shopping network where you can buy old school Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Genesis, N64, and TurboGrafix 16 games to play.

Which brings us to these:


Now, I have been reliving my childhood in hopeless addiction with these games ever since they hit the Wii Virtual Console a couple of weeks ago. Now, this is while being simultaneously addicted to this:

You might ask how I can be addicted to three games at once. I am a gamer geek girl. I cannot explain myself. Although, I will say that I had been playing Final Fantasy XII since November, but had to stop mid-game (sob) for the December while I made Christmas presents. I didn't actually pick it up again until a few weeks ago because I've been busy/sick, so the addiction on this one, fantastic game though it may be, has been intermittent.

Now, during this rampant addiction of blissful gaming, I became ill. After wallowing in self-pity on the couch for a really long time, I was desperate to do anything. I tried knitting, and although I did start more socks and a pair of stockings, I was just damn tired of being on the couch. So, when I got to feeling somewhat better, I went with Todd to the store and got this:

Yes, it's a computer game. A nice little point-and-click puzzle mystery thing. It meant I didn't have to be on the couch; I didn't have to look at yarn; and I could game. Now, granted, I had it finished by the next day, but I solved "Myst" in a weekend and two of its sequels in about the same time. I love me some point-and-clicks, but it's rare I find one that stumps me for long. Now, "The Longest Journey" kept me busy for a while, but it was very involved, and just a damn good game. But, I digress... So, while, I was sick, I gamed for a bit. It was after that that "Zelda: A Link to the Past" and "Super Mario World" hit the Wii Virtual Console.

There was much geek girl happy wiggly puppy dancing going on .

About this time, I was given a needlepoint project by a dear friend. We had discussed it before, and I had almost forgotten about it, but it's cool. It will take some time, but I'm enjoying working on it.

So, there's something constructive...

Then, came Valentine's day.

Now, in keeping with our own silly Valentine's gift tradition (I got Peaches the Rubber Chicken for Valentine's last year), I bought my Todd this:

You probably won't get it unless you've seen Weird Al video. If you haven't seen it, you need to. It's worth it to see Donnie Osmond dancing like an idiot in the background. Anyway, Todd really wanted the hoodie Weird Al wore in the video, which just so happens to be on sale at Weird Al's official site. So, I gave him some bragging rights and got it for him. A lot of our guy friends also want one, so he's been strutting around in it. It's not often a girlfriend can give her guy some bragging rights, so I was rather proud of this one.

So, we come to my gift...

...did I mention I was a gaming geek girl?

Yeah, my gift is part of the reason I've been Away.
Yeah, that's right. My baby who loves me and only wants me to be happy bought me a Nintendo DS Lite, complete with the game "Cooking Mama" that is, yes, a game about cooking, and unbelievably fun.

I squealed when I got it.

Yes, squealed. Like a little school girl.

The next day, I bought another game for it. "Dragon Quest: Rocket Slime" which is not only obnoxiously cute, but someone needs to be slapped for all the puns.

I recently finished that one. ("Cooking Mama" continues. It's a bunch of mini-games and will take a long time to finish. I'm not complaining.)

So, this weekend, I could have totally done some paper mache or needlepoint.

Nope. I went out and bought this:
Yep. Another game. It's a point-and-click for the Nintendo DS that's like playing a pulp detective novel. I'm hooked. I'm lost.

I am such a damn geek.

So, there you have it. I've been geeking out in the worst way. Now, granted, I haven't geeked out this bad in a long time. That might not be much of an excuse, but it's all I have. We at least cleaned house Saturday, and then we went and saw Blue Man Group last night in concert, so I haven't been completely out of sunlight. Just mostly. And, yes, the needlepoint comes along, and the paper mache is not forgotten (a little stuck on how I'm going to do some of the painting and hoping to get the projects on the table done very soon), and I'm still looking for another job and thinking about massage therapy school, and we're preparing for Gulf Wars, and I'm trying to help my mom get through family troubles and the impending death of my great aunt... So, maybe I'm not being a bum so much as multi-tasking.

Yeah, I shouldn't live in denial like that.

Excuse me...my Valentine's gift calls.

I'm here.

The plague is almost gone despite some minor coughs and hacks.

I'm...just dealing with some stuff...

I'll post again this weekend.

Take care all.

So, I've got bronchitis. I started coughing - a minor cough, mind you - Monday and have enjoyed the inability to laugh, talk, or just blink without coughing ever since. It's grand I tell you. Oh, but wait! There's more! It has also moved into my head as a head cold, so breathing is totally out of the question. I sound like I swallowed some old, decrepit toad, and there is a small but insistant ogre sitting on my head banging on it with his fists. Ain't it lovely?

On the bright side, there was an ice storm Wednesday night, that I had to get out in on Thursday (Todd drove) in order to go to work because I had already missed a bunch of time this week, and I didn't know what today would be like because, you see, eight more hours missed and it would have cut into my up-and-coming vacation which is a hell of a lot more important than hacking up a lung. So, I went to work. I was there for an entire miserable day. The Evil Co-worker was not there, so that was a blessing. (It's strange how we can be four days behind when she's there, but yet get caught up when she isn't. Go figure.) I made up some of that missed time, so it wasn't all bad.

This morning, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't go in. I felt awful, and every single fiber of my being was begging me to go back to bed. The analyst of our department said the same thing, so I complied. I've pretty much been napping all day. I still feel awful, but at least it wasn't awful and buried in paper work. With the make up time and everything, I'm still having to sacrifice a vacation day, but it's an extra day I had planned on taking. A Monday following the Sunday of our return. I'll just be tired and cranky the next day. No big deal. As long as I get my full week of hedonism and debauchery, I'm good.

I started another pair of socks and the possibility of a pair of stockings. I had every intention of sitting at my table this weekend buried in paper mache, but if I bend over things for very long my nose starts to leak icky things, and I honestly don't think any of my friends want that additive in their pieces.

Anyway, I'm awake right now after so much sleep and will probably be awake for a bit longer, but while I will probably be playing some mindless time-waster game on the computer, I'll also be begging whatever gremlins of illness have possessed my body to Go Away because while being sick in the head is something I've come to like about myself being sick all over just sucks.

Stay warm, folks. I'll be checking in.

I'll try to not cough on anyone.