A relic of ancient times

I’m currently at my parents’ house in Virginia, and I was rooting through some old things in the basement.  I stumbled upon this magnificent jewel of the past.  My mom got this for me back in like 1989 on a cold Saturday morning after Korean school.  It was purchased from a Kiddie City Toys.  The original set of four AA batteries lasted all of three days as I, my sister and one of my cousins sought 100 lines in Tetris.

I can’t believe I remember all these little details.  It’s also hard to believe that the handheld division of Nintendo started with this brick, which actually doesn’t feel so much like a brick any more.  Granted, compared to an SP, it’s monstrous, but in my hands again, it didn’t feel like I was holding a hoagie or anything.  What an amazing journey it’s been for Nintendo in this regard; what started out as the puke green brick, ended up being the only thing keeping the entire company afloat when Pokemon games continued to sell in the midst of the CD-based console wars, and now Nintendo is among the triple crown of game companies all over again.  And now it’s called The 3DS.

But there would be no 3DS if not for this Game Boy.  Funny how things work out.

Just some facts

I am at my parents’ house right now.

My parents are not home.

They are in Costa Rica.

My parents changed the locks on the house.

I had to go to my aunt in order to get a spare key to get in.

I did not know of any of this until about just before I was about to make my trip up to Virginia.  And as funny as all this sounds, it really truly is just coincidence, but it’s a funnier story to explain it as such.  Oh, I get along great with my parents, but they changed the locks on their house and went to Costa Rica.

Oh well.  At least I’m comfortably in my old bed, in my old, pitch-black closet of a bedroom, even if it’s a completely empty house.

Tomorrow, or rather, well later today, I will embark on a burger challenge that I do not wish to incur failure.  Photos will probably end up here soon afterward.

Rebounding like Dennis Rodman

photo courtesy of the super talented joe carabeo i have the privilege to call a friend

It’s funny how things work out sometimes.  Minutes after I posted my little rant about how bored I am, I get a response text from one of my close friends, and he invites me out to do cool shit.  Next thing I know, I’m out until about three in the morning after an evening of shit-shooting, really naked burlesque women, and a moderate amount of booze.

But I really wanted a convenient excuse to post this ridiculous picture of myself with hot burlesque chicks, and I realize that I have to stop incorporating booze containers in all these pictures as if they really are necessary YES we all know that I drink socially these days.

I sit here with a tummy full of scrum-diddly-umptious Korean food, not wanting to go to sleep on a full stomach, but at the same time dreading the inevitable 4:30 a.m. wake up to make it back to Atlanta in time for one last day at this particular job.  But regardless, I look back at the last few days of necessary fun and distraction, as I’ve watched two exciting baseball games with the best of my friends, and enjoyed an entertaining burlesque side show to boot.  Maybe things as a whole weren’t as boring as I thought they were for 90 minutes on Saturday in the end.

Lastly, happy birthdays go out to Grace and Mikel, while I’m thinking about the events of the last few days.  Doesn’t seem nearly as demonic now that 2006 is four fucking years past.