Domain of the Mini-Blondes

Where one man’s nonesense is everyone’s…yeah.

Getting fit for WiiFit

      

Screw you, bitch!” was the first thing I yelled at my TV today. Why? Because WiiFit won’t let me get fit!

       In case you have been living under a rock for the past month or so, Nintendo released a video game for the Nintendo Wii titled WiiFit. It’s a game that allows you to create awareness about being in shape (kind of harsh at times, I must add) in a fun way through balance games, running simulations and some yoga, just to mention a few of the game activities. The game works with a balance board, which is shown in the picture at the beginning of the post. The packaging of the game says that the board is designed to withstand a maximum of 330 lbs. About 2 weeks ago I checked my weight and I was in the mid 320s so I thought I was good. Right…

       Today I was able to snatch one of the two games that arrived to one of the video game stores in my area (I’ve been hunting one down for about 3 weeks now) and raced home to finally be able to experience WiiFit and put my ass into motion. The game asks about my height, weight and age to make whatever calculations. Then it asks me to step on the balance board to measure my weight, center of balance and Body Mass Index. I step on it and the game tells me that I am over the maximum weight it can hold.

Okay, I can take that.

       Since I’ve been eating junk food for the past 3 weeks, it was no surprise. Then it tells me that the software will reset itself…and effectively shuts me off. It won’t let me play the game at all! Yes, I need to get fit to play Wii-freakin’-Fit!

What the hell!?

How ironic is that? *sighs* I have never before been so pissed at a video game. Ever. So, tomorrow I start jogging with my friend Amanda to lose that weight and play the damn thing. I WILL play this freaking game before the end of the month, dammit!

June 20, 2008 Posted by scizor1 | Daily Woes, Productivity, Video Games | , , , , | 4 Comments

To the Virgin of the Motorola:

Thank you so much for allowing my humble cellphone to live. You have been most kind to me and for that I will be grateful and faithful to you.

What is this about, you ask? Well, it all began during an iPod hunting spree. My beloved friends (Ivy, Benjamin and Charlie) and I were out having dinner at the Chinese restaurant La Muralla China when we (by we I mean just Ivy and I) decided we were hitting Borders afterwards. This proved to be a great opportunity to go get an iPod, and idea that I’ve been tossing around in my head for the longest time. Charlie crapped out on us but we were faithful to our mission. I was left disappointed when I found out that Borders only carries iPod accessories, but not the iPods themselves. After this sad finding I wanted to check if OfficeMax was open…but it wasn’t. Giving up on hunting for an iPod on a Sunday at almost 9pm (I know, I know…) I left the mall premises.

Knowing me, I wasn’t done just yet…

There’s a video store close by called Video Avenue, which I have seen carrying iPods before, so I decided to give it a chance just in case. Since odds were that they wouldn’t have any I told Ivy and Benjie to wait in the car. I was right, they had nothing. I come back to the car and along the way I remember that Blockbuster used to sell iPods as well, and with Benjamin’s reassurance I felt confident that I would find that elusive Sunday iPod. As I’m about to get out of the car in front of Blockbuster I realize that I don’t have my cellphone on me and it’s nowhere to be found in the car…

“Last time I saw it I put it between my legs when we left Borders…”, I thought.

Holy Shit.

I drove back as fast as I could. I drive back into the very same spot I parked just mere minutes ago. “Isn’t that it!?”, Ivy asked. “I think it is…IT IS!”, I said with joy. Then, this is what I found…

The horror…


“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”, I thought. “Oh my God, it’s broken…”, I said with a very worried and sorrowful voice. I hand it over to them, seeing their horrified faces…when they both asked “But does it work?” in perfect unison. What do you know? Ivy turned it on and it works perfectly! Only thing wrong with it is its top cover which, as you can see, is cracked beyond belief. Oh well, I’m still grateful it works. It’s been dropped, kicked, sat on, thrown against a wall, and now ran over car. It’s a miracle. It really, truly is.

March 30, 2008 Posted by scizor1 | Daily Woes | , , , | 4 Comments