The title sounds like it belongs into Mario's world.

A friend borrowed me his Wii a couple of months ago. It was fun; I'm the master of Wario's Smooth Moves, and Zelda was pretty amazing, although I didn't even get to the first boss, because I spent most of the time fishing. It's fun, OK?

But despite the panem et circenses the Wii brought, I decided to get a new computer. I won't bother to mention the specifications: it can run everything smoothly; isn't that enough? I also upgraded to Vista, and despite what the people are saying about it, I'm very much satisfied. No problems whatsoever; any field you care to mention.

What you call a tower, we call 'kuciste'. It could roughly be translated as 'the house', but I prefer the title 'houseling'. Why? Because of this here baby (they won't let me insert the image!).

Not only that it's small, it's a BLOCK! I'll be the coolest flippin' kid on the block!

But enough about me. Let's talk about your houselings.

Because I've got a fang. And fangs.

I wouldn't really go as far as to say that I've practically abandoned my beliefs and decided to move down the road of betrayal, disloyalty and massism (also known as conformism), but...

I want to buy a console.

But the trouble of being a hardcore PCer and planting guerillas on any mention of consoles whatsoever; no less raising the possibilities of the PC to something MORE than just the divine and absolute level, has led me in hitting a wall when it comes to small babies. Well, not really hitting the wall. Maybe leaving me beaten and with no pants nor wallet in a dark alley that has strange liquids over the ground. And then being hit over your left knee by a bag-lady whose alley you've taken.

To expose the actual problem:

Which console to buy?

Knowing the specs means almost nothing when it comes to preferable genres of games and the offerings by gaming industries (I won't go into the fields of exploitment nor comercialisation now). But as a PC person, I do have a certain mentality that can't be easily evaded; I guess a part of me will always be looking for the PC element in things.

So regarding consoles. How to even begin viewing them as something not completely alien? How not to fear the controller shaking thing? How to grasp the thought of waving with a Wii controller around the room, hoping it won't land in the turtles' aquarium?

Honestly, I'm aiming towards Xbox 360, but since I don't consider any of the consoles to be a small investment, I'd really cherish your expert opinions. On the choice of games (no shooters, please. And, yes, a great number of people (well, one only, actually) keeps telling me 360 is mostly for that, but I have high hopes), on the actual performance of consoles, on anything personal you might add...

For the sake of bag-ladies.

Friday. Friday is the last day of the working week, followed by Saturday. Friday is the day when I will get my mouth taped with duck-tape at least ten (10) times. Friday is the day when St. Nicholas will choke Santa Claus and Jesus will appear without a moustache and a beard. Friday is the day when I am free to presume that Rufus, the Easter Bunny, will get stuck in the closet. Literally. And that's just part of the play.

I'm afraid I can't even express the rage I'm currently devoured with because it really has no effect due to a much stronger force of hysteria and paranoia that's showing up now. Half of the people cancelled their appearances in the play and I had to search for others. Jesus was supposed to punch me in the face, but that was banned and renamed as a no-no, because 'we don't wish to spread violent Christmas messages'. E... Pardon? God sent the Black Death, giant fish, a plague of locusts (har-har-har) and burnt a whole city and they are telling me Jesus can't punch me?! Yep, no violence at all, mate.

Not to mention how I'll never forget the original banning of 'Brian'.

Next to that, my friend's persuading me go ice-skating with her. She doesn't know how to skate. Nor do I. And I really don't have an eager wish to put vehicle replacement as shoes. But you know what? Sku everything; I'll go. One more cast couldn't hurt that much.

Also, New Year plans. Had none, was supposed to celebrate it with the 'A-crowd' part of the class, but I hate the idea itself (which fell apart, to my great joy). Next thing I know, the 'Let's-Go-Skating' friend from the previous paragraph's invited me to her cousin's house party which would consist of 7-10 people (including us). My kind of a partay. Orgies included, of course.

I believe I've quite a lot of blog posts to catch up with, but I would like to save it for some other day which is not Friday. Thank you.

Oh, and if you don't keep your fingers crossed for the 'Chrismazation' (the name of the play) to work out well, every second a charity Santa Claus who stands at a corner with his bell and a big... cauldron will perish from the face of the Earth. Aww... Was I too cruel?