Showing posts with label Wii. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wii. Show all posts

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Wii-kend Report Vol.2

I'm sore, believe it or not. Bowling and Boxing on LosWiicos has kicked my ass. LosWiicos is the nickname for my Wii. I am talking about the console by the way. Seriously. During the initial setup of the console, you're asked to give it a name. LosWiicos seemed appropriate, and thus it was done. I actually took a break from playing last night in the hopes I could get back into the ring tonight, but I have my doubts. I'm still feeling rather tender.

I'm really glad that Nintendo went this route with their new console. It certainly is a lot more entertaining for me, plus a guaranteed form of exercise for all the little fat kids who never go outside to play. Now that I think about it, all the Nintendo spots I've seen for the Wii weren't even geared for the child set. I guess we know who's playing then.

A change of pace.

Every company has their freak/weirdo kind of dude. Where I work is no exception. We'll call him Juan.

Wednesday morning I came in and was updated by N. about Juan. Juan had finished his shift at midnight, but had stuck around since then hoping to "mooch" a ride off of someone. Strange enough, sure, but I was willing to let that one go.

More stories came in. Most interesting to note was about Juan in the bathroom. No, this isn't a poop story, however I guess it's poop related. He was sitting in the poop box with a lighter, igniting sanitation covers for the toilet seats. From what I'm told, poop smells better than burning sanitation covers. Will Juan go postal when someone takes his red Swingline stapler? Will he set the building on fire? Stay tuned.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Louder than words.

Oh, it's on.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Ricos-Sama's Weekend Report Vol.1

Welcome to my first Weekend Report, brought to you by email, a lack of things to do, and boredom.  

 

This week has nearly come and gone and everything is good.  Well, almost everything.   I don't have a Wii.   To continue my aggressive acquisitions, I will go on a holy quest to find a Wii on Monday.   I have a couple of good sources of where I might actually be able to find one.  Future Shop, Best Buy, forget those man.   You'll never find them there.   I won't give away my source, lest you take my Wii.  I'm not guaranteeing that I will have one within the next four days, but know that I am most certainly on the hunt.  

 

In less than five days, I'll have been at my current job for a month.  Scrazy.   I feel quite comfortable there now.   People are beginning to know me a little better, so now I'm slowly introducing some RIcos-isms.  Heck, one guy already calls me LosRIicos sometimes.  Yup.  Comfy.   Good.   I also got paid again.  Wii!

 

I'm now officially excited for this year's CD exchange.  Everyone's onboard and pretty much ready to go to print.   We discovered that Mad World by Gary Jules had made it onto two-and-a-half playlists, and so I've decided to replace the track with something else.   I haven't decided what that track is going to be yet.   As soon as that's done, off to the presses.  I feel that this year's CD will be more conventional then my previous iterations.   There hasn't been much Asian invasion in my diet this year.   This will probably mean less track skippage for those listening.   Tee-hee.

 

I've almost finished reading Life Without God by Douglas Coupland.   As he put it (paraphrasing of course), the X-ers are the first generation to really grow up without God.   In truth, I'm really just outside of the X-Generation.   Despite this, there's still a lot that holds true for following generations such as myself.  This is why Coupland often speaks loads to me, and makes him my favourite author.   Next on the block will be either Shampoo Planet, Generation X, or J-Pod. 

 

For those interested, my schedule changes next week.  Wednesday to Sunday 6am to 2pm.   This means I'm in bed before 9pm with the exception of Sundays and Mondays.. maybe Saturdays if you ask nicely.