I still haven't gotten it (the closest I've come being offered a used one at the Gamestop in Menlo Park Mall, which I turned down because I didn't feel like carrying it back—not with all them chili dogs in my other hand), but I did have a dream this morning that I was at Fry's, and a store employee announced they'd put more out within the next hour, but a fellow shopper suddenly cried out they're on the shelves already, so I joined the mad dash around the corner. There I managed to grab the last box, but a skinny youngster from behind tried prying it from my hands, wrinkling the cardboard. He wore that defeated smile I've seen before, the one that says "fuck you" because he can't, from many a T-shirt thrown into those crowds of videogame nerds-who-can't-jump at E3. I woke up not at all missing the Wii but wondering what possessed him to believe he'd be successful against someone so much larger.