My Daughter

So, you think your baby is cute do you? Everyone says so, right? People stop you in the mall just to say "oh, what a little angel!", right? You just can't imagine a baby cuter than yours, can you?

Well that's because you've never seen my daughter, Lindsay Giselle!

And all those people who tell you how cute your baby is? They've been patronizing you.

Playing the DS

Just to show that my daughter really does indeed love Nintendo, here's a shot of her playing Nintendogs on the DS. Her favorite, however, continues to be the GBA SP.

Daddy's So Proud!

Last week my daughter spotted my GBA SP on the nightstand and pulled it down. She then opened it up all by herself and started pushing buttons. When she brought it over to me I turned it on and let her play with it. She's been crazy about it ever since! I even placed the Gameboy next to her favorite stuffed kitty and had her choose between them, just to see what she'd do. Wouldn't you know it, she went strait for the Gameboy!

I don't think she's seen me play GBA myself more than 2 or 3 times, so how she knew how to hold it so perfectly is beyond me... maybe Ninty love is genetic. But really, have you ever seen a 14-month old baby girl so enthralled in old school Pac Man? Incidentally, her high score is 1,440 which is like once around the board. Perhaps you can do better but can you're 14-month old? Heck, can you're 3-year old beat that?

Summer Smells

I was driving down the highway with my wife the other day when we chanced upon a certain odor about which my wife commented: "Eka, catinga de gambar!" (Ew, skunk stink!). I had to pause a minute, however, before affirming agreement. After a long winter, the smell of skunk immediately reminded me of summer. I couldn't, therefore, indicate that I found the smell particularly disagreeable at all. Which got me thinking; there are quite a few other offensive aromas that I really don't mind. Rotting brine shrimp, for example, is very nostalgic to me. It reminds me of warm summer breezes off the great salt lake. What malodorous emanations do you find less than objectionable?

Trauma Center

Can you repair an aneurysm by injecting "sedative"? Is a risk of "loss of stamina" justification for immediate surgery? Would an epithelial patch made of protein as opposed to silicon reduce the chance of an allergic response? If you know anything about medicine the answers to these questions are resounding "NO"s. But if you're playing Trauma Center: Under the Knife for the Nintendo DS it's all good.

Medical inaccuracies aside, Trauma Center is one of the most fun games I've played in a very, very long time. Give it a try if you're as sick of shooters, racers, and sports games as I am. Hey, any game that let's the nurse get away with screaming at the doctor, "Stop doing things that I didn't suggest!" during an operation is awesome if you ask me!

Hand-Scooped Goodness

Carl's Jr. recently came out with a new line of milkshakes which they proudly taut as "hand-scooped". Just what exactly is that supposed to mean? Are they trying to imply that they are homemade? Are we to understand they are all natural? Are they reminiscent of some non-specific nostalgia? I don't think the term "hand-scooped" conveys any of that. It just means that the ingredients are slopped into a stainless processor by some entity other than a robot. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think it even goes that far. A robot can have a hand, right?

I guess it's just a vague corporate statement meant to make the product more appealing. I can think of at least one or two other things, however, that are hand-scooped yet unappealing.