Gaming, PSP Style

I cannot believe the PSP is coming out tomorrow. It’s enough to drive a man insane. On one hand, I am seriously (and I mean seriously) broke. Bills hath caught up to the income and now is not the time to be buying anything other than substances that cost $2 a gallon.

On the other hand, some people are selling their own cars while I’m just debating trading in a few games or DVDs. Probably the latter, because what few games I do have I believe represent the quality of gaming. We’re talking about the Legend of Zelda for the Gamecube, SSX3, Mario Party 6, etc. Not exactly stuff I’d love to give away at a “bargain” (that’s swahili for ‘rip off’) price.

On the plus side I’ll get to bypass all of the terrible (lucious), awful (beautiful), and disgusting (appealing) lines (gatherings) around the video game stores (shrines) selling the thing (God-like device).

Nah, not bitter, not jealous, not aching with my every fiber to have…just…

Sexy screen I hate you! UMD discs, capable of serious multimedia, you know, that tag they used to stick on any game with moving images? Well, they are ready for consumption. Hell, some guy created a mock PS3 that includes a UMD reader (which would be the greatest thing ever, but I don’t see it happening).

However, some good news: In response to yesterday’s post about the Airbag/How Am I Driving EP, my good bud Jeremy has come through! Apparently all is not lost. His email described its tortuous journey across time and space to his desk (or a cardboard box in his house, hell, I don’t know) and I can pick it up at my leisure. Yeah baby, yeah.

Lastly I’d like to note that I get tomorrow off from work thanks to those wonderful Christian holidays, and that means no Friday update. I know, the world weeps, but I’ll return on Monday with a vengence, complete with tales of PSP withdrawl, drooling over one at some point or other, and the Patented Family Update.

Here’s a teaser: Day before yesterday (that’s Tuesday for you math majors out there), Ericka woke up and heard a squishing noise.

Squishing noises in a house with a two year old? That’s bad shit right there.

So she wakes up to see Annie has somehow gotten an entire jar of Vaseline and…yup, you guessed it: Rubbed it everywhere. Our couch is some sort of awful smorgasbord of substances, creams, and jellies that have all been finely ingrained into its fabric with the force of a small hurricane. We have borrowed a Wet-Vac(tm) from the mother-in-law, but the jury is still out on its actual effectiveness.

That and more, next time.

I’m okay, but how are you?
I hope you’re okay too.