September 17th, 2003

mohawk

kids these days

Have you seen these commercials for the Game Boy SP final fantasy game? With the kids on the phones, dressed up like some kind of cosplay, talking to the camera all brooding and forebearing? I wish I could remember what the lines were. One of the ones was this fat kid, maybe 13 years old dressed like Princess Amidalla with the receiver up to his ear like some kind of telethon for the return of his lunch money. I guess it was an ad for a 1-900 hint line or perhaps something even more unnerving, a chat line. It was supposed to be pretty ominous, what with the mood music and the pixels, but it came out awkward and fruity.

I spent about $150 on the original game boy when I was around 8 or 9, of my own money earned from cutting grass and washing cars (yes, I was an employed sprog) and after about 6 months of the shittiest games alive coming to a K-mart near me, I realized I wasted my money and never looked at a gaming device that small again. I was pissed when the old GB dropped to $80, when the color version came out at $100, and when the SP came out. I remember hand-printing a sheet with all the cheatcodes and level tips to my games and laminating the sonofabitch so I'd have my shit at the ready (no gamesharks back then). I had my time invested. But Nintendo didn't come through and I abandoned the project. Now they have good games for the GB, but they market them like Miss Cleo? Fuck that noise. I guess that's what the kids want nowadays.

I'm going to go have a glass of metamucil and be wizened and outdated now, I reckon.
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mohawk

Food

I've been trying to eat healthily for about a week now, because I was feeling nasty and sick and lethargic all day, and spending a lot of money on frozen dinners, takeout, etc. I've been eating steamed and fresh vegetables, fresh-cooked tissue, salads, etc. and I feel a lot better, actually. I don't have enough skill cooking to keep this up for too long, but I need to try if I'm going to manage to do this for someone else one day, and it's a goddamn disgrace to be Cajun and not be able to cook like a motherfucker. My mother is a very good cook, and I wish I could get some ideas and advice from her on this type of thing. Every time I attempt to make something without copying out of the cookbook, something goes south and I'm left with the number for Pappa John's. Also, I don't get home from work before 6:30 at the earliest, so it's not fun getting in and going straight to work on the food (at least not for just one person). I wish I had the skill or talent that some people do in the kitchen; it would make things more pleasant at home. You'd think I could swing it, since I spend a lot of my time at a bench following recipes for reagents and whatnot.
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