The Bathroom is Clean! Step 1 complete...

You ever have that dream where you keep trying to type the letter "p" and all you can bloody hit is "o"? Yeah, me neither. Actually, I was going to say that it's been a while since I blogged and that's because most of the times that I've sat myself down to post I can't think of anything and then life comes along and it's two days later and the blog is all but forgotten.

But not today. Actually, if that "Kid Icarus" NES game would work for more than a minute at a time, I wouldn't be blogging now. But me, I'm not meant to play "Kid Icarus" anymore. That was a game for a ten year old me and since the last time I was ten was in the late 80s and time travel hasn't been invented (to my knowledge), it's just not going to happen.

Not even Ebay seems to be able to help in this case. Oh, that's where we found it. Well, let's be clear. My roommate found it -- the game. He's on Ebay now and then and finds cool stuff that someone else doesn't think is cool anymore and buys it. It's a wonder old-fashioned garage sales have lasted as long as they have since the onslaught of internet trading began. Anyway, he located a couple of copies of that game and neither of them have worked properly. We're not putting bets on "third time's a charm" in this case.

Random update: I finished playing "Fable: The Lost Chapters". May I just say, the Lost Chapters -- not that amazing. It was fun, yeah, and I like the concept and scope of the game overall, but in the end, it wasn't all that challenging. And I'm not usually the one who can claim that. I got about half-way through "Bloodrayne 2" and have been stuck there for a while.

Back to the everyday here at Sobingro.

So I bought something. Probably could've held off, but decided it's a benefit to my fledgling writing career. No, it's not another laptop. And surprisingly it wasn't speech to type software nor a Cor-du-Roy beanbag chair (which is a misnomer as it's full of foam, not beans). It was that other trinket that I've been drooling over for months. A digital recorder.

You know, one of those little handheld kind with hours of digital space and stereo mics to record me and whichever writing partner I'm writing with (side note...does the fact that I have multiple writing partners make me a writing slut or does this sentence just show that my mind is less than pure sometimes?)...as we run through scenarios and try to suss out a plotline. In the past there would be note taking that would sluff off as we really got going and inevitably one of would get to the end of an amazing arrangement of sentences and yell "why aren't we recording this?!"

Well, now we can.

Speaking of --- well, nothing actually. This is a jump cut in the blog as I have no proper set-up for the next statement. I'm off to see the second "Pirates of the Carribean" after having just enjoyed the first one on DVD for the first time. And that means I saw the movie for the first time, not just on DVD for the first time. Most people seem shocked by that statement, asking how it's possible that I missed a Jerry Bruckheimer production littered with unbelievably attractive people having the most swashbuckling adventure ever --- I don't know really; I just did.

But now I'm all caught up with popular culture in terms of the "Pirates" saga and in less than a few hours I'll be able to report on whether the sequel lives up to her older sister (and yes, I refer to films in the feminine, much like one would a ship).

Gotta run. The beautiful red-head's here and as much as she loves it when I blog and completely ignore her, leaving her to read though my book "The Male Body: An Owner's Manual"....

You see where I'm going with that sarcasm? Good.

Until next time...