Then it pleases me to be the first.

The magnolia tree in front of the compound is blooming, and that rocks. It exploded into a painting of pretty pinks and whites, and--

Hey, it'd kick butt if Primera bloomed. The entire country, just suddenly flowery and stuff. On a related note, the Home of Gnome website is still being updated, link up above this here journal entry.

Yeah, so how about that Jesus guy? Saying to love everyone and not brag when you give to charity. Crazy.

I leave as my text for today the real lyrics to Louie Louie, by the Kingsmen:

"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha."

I got the re-release of MGS3 today, seeing as how my brother took back his copy of the original. The preorder bonus disc thing is great, mostly because Kojima-san's sweater in the interviews appears to have the Union Jack on both sleeves.

The game proper is, of course, as beautiful as ever, and the MSX games are a delightful slice of cake on the icing. Er, however the idiom goes.

So anyway, I've decided to write a list of the many ways that I am better than you. For one thing, I smell better. I can bake more delicious cookies. I can jump higher, faster, and more than your bees' wax. My bees' wax is more delicious. I have the songs from the original Nunsense memorized better than you. I have a creepier smile than you. Also, you have a terrible secret and I have an electrician trapped in my closet.

It is online at last.

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Last night, I went to see the Reduced Shakespeare Company doing their Hollywood show downtown (they're in Pittsburgh most of the month), and I think it was better than The Producers, which was the last proper stage production I saw a year ago. Anyway, it was awesome, and even though the three actors must have been exhausted from the show, they were out in the lobby, signing stuff, the moment the show ended. Kickass.

So now I have a pamphlet signed by Reed Martin, Austin Tichenor, and Dominic Conti. I shall plastic-bag it and hang it in my room, in the hopes that I will get "contact awesome" from them.

Also, tomorrow. Whoot.

I'm replaying The Lost Vikings, and there's this great bit of dialogue in the Egypt level where the vikings are talking, and it's like,
"Hey, are we in King Tut's tomb?"
"Who's King Tut?"
"I dunno, but Steve Martin wrote a song about him."

...Yeah. By the way, I imported a Viewtiful Joe gashapon, and I got Alastor. Awesome. Also, be prepared for this Saturday. You shall be amazed. Or, y'know, mildly flabberghasted. Or repelled.