Video Games, Bicycles and Gardens

I did not get much sleep this weekend. My fault entirely; I stayed up far too late playing Tron. I'm on the thirteenth of sixteen adventures. I've even been inside the PDA, and yes, it's small. Did you know that the PalmOS is decidedly feminine? Oh, and y'know what's music to my ears? Hearing the Japanese CD say, "This is the end of unit 26." Huzzah! I can now ask for directions to my friend's house and still get lost.

Omaha and I tried to play Warcraft 3 this weekend since I found a cheap copy for ten bucks a couple of months ago and she got one free from her days as a video game reviewer. It was pretty fun; the graphics are neat but the rules are similar enough to Warcraft 2 that once I figured out what characters represented what in the new version I proceeded to kick her butt pretty thoroughly. I just seem to have a natural knack for those sorts of things. We also played with repeatedly clicking on the characters until they become annoyed. "Me not that kind of Orc!" one shouts. But the absolute most hilarious one was the Troll Witch Doctor, which had not just a quote but an entire scene from Troll Iron Chef hidden in it as a cookie. Omaha just about collapsed with laughter when she heard it.

( Domesticity isn't pretty! )