Real Talk

Let me just say this going in: I like Nintendo. I want them to succeed. The Good There's a lot of things that I think the Wii-U does right. The controller/screen is a pretty awesome idea, and I much prefer its modern take on a traditional interface as opposed to the scary place everyone was taking it with motion controls. You can even go as far as, with certain games, using the controller exclusively and never having to look at your television. This makes the controller more of its own separate entity rather than simply a peripheral one. I like the updated graphics and media features even though it still feels like Nintendo is just playing catch-up at this point as the original Wii really missed out with its lack of internet features. The Bad Even though I like the premise of the controller, because the Wii-U is still in its infancy stage, no one really knows how best to use the controller yet. And so far, unfortunately, it's being used badly more times than it'

This is going to be fairly short and sweet. Just dropping in to say that, in the time to come, I'll probably pick up using this blog again. Hooray, right?!?! Anyways just be on the lookout for posts. (as if I'll let you avoid them)

I think the topic of this week should be birthdays. This is for a couple of reasons; one being that they seem to be almost inescapable this week, the second being that I just celebrated my 20th. (If you're hoping to tell me happy birthday then no.. no you shouldn't. You're a week late). But does anyone else notice that birthdays seem to have this sort of exponential graph that just plummet down in significance? (lemme actually draw the graph for you real quick: \                        \                          \                            \V Bam! Just a downward arrow.) Not even just others' birthdays, but your own as well. Like the day you were born drastically makes less and less of an impact as it fights with you for average daily chores like homework, or going to get drinks, or eating. I guess I'm just sort of waiting for the point where I start to look forward to other people's birthdays more than my own. Or when a birthday means, "Here's a cl

I remember a distinct bully from middle school. Which, I think is agreeably every child's worst experience. There was a bully. Not just to me, of course, there were other kids in the same painful boat. Painful, wooden, hormonally-rocking boat. But I digress. I remember a single distinct incident in which said bully, named Mario... let me stop and tell you about Mario, actually. Mario had always been a symbol of Italian justice in my eyes. He had been ever since I took up my first controller to play as Nintendo's popular Italian plumber platforming title. But this Mario is in no way tantamount to his mustached counterpart. But now I re-digress. This incident occurred on a very important testing day when I had donned my slightly nicer than average clothing. Without warning in what seemed to be one fluid he spit on my pants. Unannounced, without purpose, but with fury. I wanted to just leap from the chair and slug him one right in his un-mustached face, but I knew he would take me

There's a fellow, a fellow student in fact, who's name is Gil Greenburg. Now, Gil is a person who will try to (operate word being try) spout off anything. Any thing at all. Whether it be relevant to the conversation or not. Whether it's completely plausible or not even fathomable. He'll go to great lengths, on the spot, to prove everything he says is a fact. Whether it's instantaneously and with great bias searching the web for his proof, or even making his own site or wiki entry to make you believe. So I'd say that Gil's got numerous "talents". Among these talents is a certain scamming talent. Ethical or not, he has a real knack for it. He has a real passion for it too. He spends much of his time or passions to this talent. Another "talent" I'd have to say is his odd ability to just make anything funny. Things that would never be funny if you or I had said them, but when Gil says them they're extremely out of place and with a hil