Wascaly Wabbits

Thanks to the miracle of Craigslist, cash payments, and a man who sold me games out of his car window (not making this up – I did it just after meeting for lunch), I now have Raymonds Raving Rabbids AND Wii Play in my hot, trembling little hands. So I’m at four games, including Wii Sports and Wario Ware: Smooth Moves.

Now I just have to quit my job in order to get enough time to play them all.

I feel like some sort of dealer or addict, buying stuff with greenbacks on sidewalk corners and in alleyways. It’s almost as though the government has declared all Wii products illegal, and stripped the shelves of every Best Buy, Future Shop, Toys R Us, Blockbuster and EB Games bare. Is this druggie-style procurement methodology really the image Nintendo was hoping to foster in young adults when they completely failed to account for supply and demand with their manufacturing output?

Wiisistance Is Futile

As you may be aware, my impulse control is… shall we say, lacking?
Patience is not one of my virtues.
And I wanted a Wii.

Luck + connections + sheer force of will + ca$h = happy end result (thank you, ! and thanks to , as well!)
I now own a Wii.
It is AWESOME.

Got to create her own Mii character, and we played sports together. She loved it. She’s going shopping for her own remote tomorrow, I think. Is it lame to love the Weather Channel? Because zooming out to see the whole globe and then zooming in to check the weather in Hong Kong and then rolling the globe to see what it’s like in Vancouver is captivating.

For now, I only own Sports and Wario Ware (which I bought at Gamearama at Yonge & Eglinton, and I gave the salesguys cupcakes because they looked lonely and one of them blew me a kiss) but soon, soon I will own this – both the game AND the wee vinyl rabbids. Little bunnies! Boo!