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Aug. 10th, 2008 08:50 pmSaturday I ended up camping outside Nintendo World at 6 in the morning so I could get my hands on a Wii Fit. The actual time I got to the store was 6:25, and I was about the tenth person in line. I passed the time by watching the last few episodes in the third season of "How I Met Your Mother" (aww! Barney love is SO VERY STRONG!!!) and wrapping up Altered Carbon (I called Laurens means of death ten pages after we were introduced to him, but talk about convoluted, huh?). We all waited until 9 for the store to open (someone came around handing out numbered armbands at 8:30, which was a nice touch), and I was on my way home, big bag and game in hand, by 9:15.
Wii Fit is fun, critics be damned. After watching me play almost everyone in my household has set up a Mii and a Fitness Account, along with manageable weight loss goals. Will they ultimately keep them? who knows. But we all jump and run and goad each other into sweating our asses off, and that I don't have a problem with.
(Playing games like Guitar Hero isn't going to deter kids who are musically inclined from picking up an instrument and learning musicianship. There's creativity involved in playing an instrument and an entirely different level of satisfaction than one could ever get from nailing the closing solo in the game of, say, Bark At The Moon, which simply involves mimicry and a certain amount of fine motor control. In the same manner, playing Wii Fit isn't going to *discourage* kids from engaging in physical activity outside of the home. Rather, it's a godsend for the kids who need to be active but feel too self-conscious to do so in public. I mean, Jesus, games like Dance Dance Revolution and Wii Fit should paid for by insurances, if you want my honest opinion. But let me stop before I get on my soapbox about how insurance companies refuse to pay for preventative health interventions, and want to cut back on tertiary coverage because our society is "too fat".)
I have, like, ten fic windows minimized on my item bar. And then I wonder why I still have incomplete visit notes on my tablet and haven't touched the wound care book I bought from B&N on Friday. I am a genius. *headdesk*
I'm contemplating taking a fiction writing class at the 92nd St Y this fall. I have to find motivation to get writing again from somewhere, and as within is failing me at the moment (stupid brain), maybe without is the way to go. I don't know.
The Olympics are everywhere at the moment. I'd like to take this opportunity to profess my love for Larsen Jensen's facial profile, men's and women's beach volleyball (all hail blatant t&a, although the gents really should be wearing shorter shorts so we can be equal in all things), and dunkalicious basketball plays. I want to hate all over the coverage, but then I find something compelling and, bam!, I've spent three hours in front of the television. At least the "profile coverage" by NBC hasn't been as sappy as it was last time around.
Wii Fit is fun, critics be damned. After watching me play almost everyone in my household has set up a Mii and a Fitness Account, along with manageable weight loss goals. Will they ultimately keep them? who knows. But we all jump and run and goad each other into sweating our asses off, and that I don't have a problem with.
(Playing games like Guitar Hero isn't going to deter kids who are musically inclined from picking up an instrument and learning musicianship. There's creativity involved in playing an instrument and an entirely different level of satisfaction than one could ever get from nailing the closing solo in the game of, say, Bark At The Moon, which simply involves mimicry and a certain amount of fine motor control. In the same manner, playing Wii Fit isn't going to *discourage* kids from engaging in physical activity outside of the home. Rather, it's a godsend for the kids who need to be active but feel too self-conscious to do so in public. I mean, Jesus, games like Dance Dance Revolution and Wii Fit should paid for by insurances, if you want my honest opinion. But let me stop before I get on my soapbox about how insurance companies refuse to pay for preventative health interventions, and want to cut back on tertiary coverage because our society is "too fat".)
I have, like, ten fic windows minimized on my item bar. And then I wonder why I still have incomplete visit notes on my tablet and haven't touched the wound care book I bought from B&N on Friday. I am a genius. *headdesk*
I'm contemplating taking a fiction writing class at the 92nd St Y this fall. I have to find motivation to get writing again from somewhere, and as within is failing me at the moment (stupid brain), maybe without is the way to go. I don't know.
The Olympics are everywhere at the moment. I'd like to take this opportunity to profess my love for Larsen Jensen's facial profile, men's and women's beach volleyball (all hail blatant t&a, although the gents really should be wearing shorter shorts so we can be equal in all things), and dunkalicious basketball plays. I want to hate all over the coverage, but then I find something compelling and, bam!, I've spent three hours in front of the television. At least the "profile coverage" by NBC hasn't been as sappy as it was last time around.
