Did I mention my kids are on spring break? :bang:
Quite a while ago, an Evil Video Rental Conglomerate moved into town and put our nice, comfy little-town video rental place out of business. Not willing to provide ten major credit cards and a DNA sample to the EVRC, we went without. This led to an increase in purchases—some good (Alvin & the Chipmunks) and some really, really bad (Justice League: The New Frontier). So the short kid’s been pleading for Cars: Mater National for PS3 for…ever. Sincere, puppy-dog eyed, rip Mom’s heart out pleading. But the games for PS3 are like $60 and a kid who dominates the Need for Speed series is probably going to beat Cars in 24 hours or less. That’s a lot of books for me to go without for less than a day of fun for him.
Â When it comes to the PS3,Â Sony doesn’t seem to understand that 1) some 2 player games would be nice and 2) not all parents let their kids play games in which they get bonus points for killing cops and cuttin’ the bitch. Raping whores is not family entertainment at Casa Stacey. But I’ve got two boys who were engaging in mortal combat a mere three hours into a week-long vacation, so I went and signed my life and a pint of blood over to the EVRC and rented Mater National. The good news—we’ve been putting off buying the entire Battlestar Galactica DVD set because it’s expensive and we might not like it, but now we can rent it this summer during rerun season.
Â Speaking of television…How I Met Your Mother watchers—did you cheer or groan during the last few seconds of last night’s episode?Â I cheered. But I find Barney incredibly hot, so…
Â And red herrings. Damn, that’s hard. While the DG books are classified as romantic suspense, they’re really action-adventure. They know whose ass they’ve gotta kick and why. But I’mÂ plotting a romantic suspense (according to my own definition) and this red herring stuff is hard. (Yes, I’ll have cheese with my whine. Monterey Jack, please.)
And right this second my children are screaming at each other because the short one wants to play his new rental and the tall one is this close to defeating POTC: At World’s End and neither will give. I generally don’t step in until they start bludgeoning one another with the controllers—those suckers are like $50 to replace, dammit.
I should have bought Calgon while I was out.