It's amphigory, I tell you!!!
Friday night, I decided to bring my Nintendo Entertainment System to work because I knew I'd be coming into work one day this weekend to catch up and fix any and all errors that interns may have made to my TPS report cover sheets. I had put my battery operated, miniature black and white television on top of my Nintendo because, yes, it is that small. The only game I play is Dr. Mario, so I need not a widescreen, high definition, plasma fortification thingy, plus it's not a good idea to plug 3 power strips into a power strip, and I've definitely run out of sockets. Though it's the only game I have, the game gives me a sense of what it's like to have a degree in brain surgeonology and shit. On Saturday, I actually bought another game, Arkanoid. By far, one of my more favorite games while growing up.
I went to work today, Sunday, and what do I find? Some dumbass decided to glue my Dr. Mario game into my Nintendo. I can't pull the fucking game out of the entertainment system and now, my Arkanoid is going to join the artillery of desk furniture I've been collecting, some of which include a pair of scissors with no handles, some restaurant crayons from company sponsored lunches, and this half-full bottle of Fanta that I've suddenly become attached to. I don't know if I feel like dishing out an extra $50-$100 on the corporate card to buy another Nintendo, but if I did, I think I'd want to glue Arkanoid in there, once I got it to properly work, just so I could say I have a collection of Nintendo Game Systems. I guess I can't be too pissed off because I am now the proud, very first owner of a Dr. Mario Entertainment System. Thank you to whoever that was. Though, I'm not too sure who did it, I plan to get photocopy boy to photocopy a bunch of copies of my feet and maybe he'll decide to never remove his shoes at work unless he's wearing new socks. Then, vengeance will be mine.
On another note, my parents anniversary party ended up being a hoax. There was still a party and good times with relatives I hadn't seen in years, but there was no open bar. I got carded for the first time in ten years, and martinis shaken, not stirred costed me 18 bucks. I felt like James Bond Jr., only I didn't possess the proper judo chop skills to judo chop the bartender on the back of his neck to make him pass out. Probably because I only graduated to green belt with a pink stripe in Tae Kwon Do. Still, I consider myself a Kung Fu master.
I went to the movies last night. The first time since I was ten years old. And apparently, the theatre have manatee versions of films, and it's cheaper. Every movie had a manatee showing and that shit didn't make any sense to me. When the hell did manatees get popular and into movie theatres. I thought they only lived in the South Pacific and Wales. Not wanting to risk getting crushed by those sea elephant monsters, or whatever the hell they call them, I decided to not watch a movie and, instead, stay home to plan out my daily morning routine for Sunday. That didn't work out, either.
Something I think I might have learnded is that you can't plan the future and expect it to work out completely. You can plan the past, but you're not really planning it. You can't plan life and expect it to work out completely. But you sure as hell can plan death because death is certain, unless you're undeadable like a three-headed goat with human ears for legs and jumbo buffalo wings for feet. Speaking of three-headed, I'm hungry.
Three cheers for thinking ahead!
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