Wii says I'm not. After scoring a Normal BMI and two five years younger than my actual age, I thought I'd breeze through the exercises, but gave out during the push-up/plank one, only the second after yoga. (Stupid Push Up Pro™, didn't prepare me for this!) Called me a "Couch Potato", it did.
The day before we saw Speed I downloaded the preview for Wipeout HD from the PlayStation Store, and it's pretty much the same. Which is a shame, really, because I like the fact that many of the movie's scenes were lifted directly from the original cartoon. I guess the choice of art direction is the directors' discretion, but to me the joy of racing was better conveyed by the simple cars of old, back when men were real men who could die in wrecks (and there sure was a lot of dying back then; the episode with the blind girl was more touching than anything I saw at the theater this weekend, even after hopping over to Iron Man) and not be saved by cheap air-bag pods.
Remember the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where Dr. Crusher says the crew is going mad because that week's spatial anomaly prevents them from entering REM sleep and dreaming? Well, the opposite's been happening to me lately. I can't close my eyes without re-opening them to the HDTV in my mind. And it's not like the programming selection keeps me coming back for more; this morning I was shopping for clothing for a Homer Simpson doll, selecting an orange clip-on necktie to try instead of the blue one. They were individually packaged and hanging in the middle of a supermarket aisle. This afternoon I had a nap and all I did was take a shit. Last night I got off a bus with Iris and Alvin and was amazed by the immersive virtual experience demonstrated by Wii Mario Kart (when I probably should've been crediting it to the other high-profile release, GTAIV), re-creating an entire city for us to walk around in. My old buddy Reynold and I began discussing how this was even possible given the system's limited processing power, and he proposed that I might actually be witnessing the future, as part of his recent time-travel experiments.
Died the other day. He was 102. Not bad for dropping all that acid.
I'm no longer the Dew drinker that I was, but I'm not adverse to the occasional taste-test of new products. I liked the LiveWire and Pitch Black varieties, lament why Code Red was made a permanent addition to the line instead (not counting the preferable Baja Blast at standalone Taco Bells), so it came as a surprise that they'd release three new flavors at once, "Revolution", "Supernova" and "Voltage"—tired, trite names that could be for just about anything these days. Turns out it's all part of a campaign to pick a favorite, but for the life of me, I can't tell the difference apart from the colors. Must be the ginseng they claim is in each.
