-gaming: the new american past time- and a little irony to boot-

while eating egg sandwiches and drinking coffee this morning, my husband and i pondered the divine moments that artists sometimes fall upon. it may only be for one song, and that is a gift in and of itself- so don't feel deserving; but there are moments of greatness for artists- a divine intervention of sorts, where a song comes together as it is meant to be. like it has always existed, it just needed someone to pull it together and strap it down. name it and claim it. own it and then give it away.
the sounds of mario 5 are haunting me as i write these words. john-james hooked up the nintendo i bought him, today, so its being played with a lot. i am relieved since i felt like a failure...
the thing is: sometimes i mess up.
like once.
ever.
but i did.
it wasn't a big mess up, some might call it minor. like stubbing your toe at the gym because you just couldn't be bothered to pick it up and away from the equipment because frankly, you're tired and weak, and the monthly female cycle that you universe has doomed you with isn't helping. and then you drop your cheap no-good always dying ipod which it was found on the floor of a show at WWU a few years back- when your then-boyfriend found it and instead of putting it in lost and found, just gave it to you, which was awesome- but yeah, you drop that, spill water on yourself as you refill your water bottle and think "i am exhausting my very life source" and decide to go stretch it out and tell your body you love it so it won't be mad at you and seek an awful revenge.
anyhow- bought my husband a nintendo, original, instead of the gamecube, which was actually 4 boxes later? (are they called boxes? should be. or rectangular foreign game machines which make me feel like i'm being picked last for...
for...
lets get back to that thought).

he likes it though! happy news! i just pride myself on GREAT gift giving and was OH SOOOO EXCITED about this one, and then i realized, about a second before he opened it- 2 weeks after christmas and many angry emails to the sender later- it wasn't the right one. i mean, i received what i ordered, but i ordered the wrong game...cube, rectangular game box machine of fun.

le sigh.

he looks really into it now though...and is currently humming along to the arcade tunes, so things are going well.
this is allll very interesting (meglett!!!!!!!!)

i was planning on segwaying... yeah that can't be right, into working out and my metabolism and food, but i bet no one really wants to read about all that. i sure would read about my work out habits, metabolism, weight, interesting drops in blood pressure, food- what influences me in different ways, the fact that i think i may be lactose intolerant...
but i gather no one else cares much.
whats with being lactose "intolerant?" like my body isn't necessarily allergic its just "not tolerated" this cheese crap? whats that about?

ok i better end this, its starting to sound like a bad stand up skit....