Wii/Write/Day 5

Wii:

I have a confession to make. I have never, in my life, owned a video game console. Until now, my TV has only been connected to the usual paraphenalia; VHS, DVD, and some freaking incredible high end audio equipment. Yes, there is a side benefit to shacking up with an audio tech.

But today that changed. We have picked up a second-hand Wii console and some games from a guy in Keith’s car club and who I also play poker with at Taylor and Tawny’s. Taylor is a total gamer geek, and the set up he has in his basement is mind blowing to say the least. But I have always said a polite “no, thank-you” when asked to play, because I was always afraid I would be incredibly bad. Like EPIC FAIL bad.

And after an afternoon of playing Wii Sports, I know that to be true. God, I suck. To say my hand-eye coordination is a tad laggy is like saying that Death Valley is a tad warm in summer. But, hey maybe it’s like typing and soon it’ll be like second nature with no mistakes at all.

I’ll wait for those familiar with my typos to stop laughing.

Fuck it, it’s fun. Once the paycheque hits the bank, it’s off to Best Buy for a Wii Fit.

Write:

It’s almost that time. NaNoWriMo starts in 2 days. I tried it last year and the one before, and had already decided to not even bother. Short stories are good for me; a 50k word piece of fiction is way more of a commitment than I am willing to make at this time.

However.

A wisp of a thought crossed my head; write Alaska. No, it’s not fiction, and christ knows it doesn’t need to be fictionalized. But who cares? Use the month as an incentive/support/kick in the ass to finish this. With that in mind, I went wandering around the NaNoWriMo forums, and found a whole section just for NaNo Rebels.

Rebel. You know how that word appeals to me. How could I resist?

So I have signed up for NaNoWriMo, and spend an hour or so this morning going over my trip journal and the photos. I discovered I’m starting to forget things under the weight of the real life routine. And I really don’t want to lose anything from that trip.

Day 5:

It’s not a Mystery Virus anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, and called Telehealth to see if it was bad enough to go to the walk-in clinic.

Nope, it’s not wait with the crying babies and snotty sneezing kids, afraid to touch any of the germ laden surfaces for an hour until the frazzled and tired doctor can see you now bad.

Its the flu. The stay at home, rest and don’t infect anyone else flu. So that’s what I did today. Well, rest and play Wii.