Did I say I can cook? Oops.

Today's food experiment is a resounding failure, but at least it's a tasty one. I thought I'd whip up something along the lines of salsa con queso, if that means "sauce with cheese" like I think it does and not, like, "sauce with meat" or something. Salsa con cheeso. Anyway.

I added a small bit of salsa and a good lot of cheese and (it turns out, way too many) corn chips (with lime!) in a bowl and heated it in the microwave. Then I got way too vigorous stirring it up, so I had to eat it with a spoon. Between the salsa thickening and absorbing into the crumbs of the chips and all this dairy product infusing everything and the crunch of the corn, it's more like some kind of spicy Mexican breakfast cereal than anything I'd call Salsa Con Colby.

Hello, hello, eat the New World. It's at least the right time eahof morning for a terrifying breakfast experience, as I will be awake and staring all big-eyed at cartoons in just a few hours. I remember the really awful cartoons of my youth (like 'Defenders of the Earth' about the lamest superhero team EVER... seriously, if the only criteria for you to join it is to be Flash Gordon's kid, it's lame), and I feel kind of bad. Cartoons nowadays, I daresay, kind of bite. Sure there's Avatar: The Last Airbender and all, but no cartoon provides the kind of gleeful weirdness that I grew up alongside. It's just not peggin' my positivity meter with vibes of goodosity anymore.

Come to think of it, maybe I'll go watch SWAT Kats on the woofputer here soon. Hrm.

EDIT: ... I just noticed "time eahof morning" up there. What the hell kind of typo is THAT? It looks like I sneezed and out came letters and I just LEFT them there. Geez. I cannot type! It is proven by the eahof! Anyway, I want you to retroactively ignore it, even if I am calling attention to it to tell you to ignore it. I'm like that. END OF EDIT.

Game reviewing's on hold for a few days more, I wish to note, while I wait for a PS2 broadband adaptor to just... just be HANDED to me. (Worthplaying is the most butt-kicking review shop ever.) This is required because nobody should ever be forced to play Gauntlet solely by themselves. Gauntlet just isn't Gauntlet without the experience of watching some anonymous dingus shoot the food even AFTER the big booming voice TOLD everyone "Don't shoot food!". He'd probably be playing the Warrior too, the big slow brute, and he'd lumber around whacking things awkwardly and shooting all the good stuff, stealing all the treasure... so when he traps himself off in the corner you just hunch over the machine and cluster off to the side with the Wizard and the Valkyrie, all pretending to not notice. He'd get beaten senseless by monsters while you pretend to not-quite-kill a monster generator and finally he'd die and stalk off. Then one of your -real- friends would come over and join in, and the game would become FUN again.

Yeah, that's pretty much it, all right. The real message of Gauntlet, the deep down stirring message of the game, was "Use keys to open doors."

But the OTHER message was "Get some fricking friends, you weirdo." And that's a message to us all.

I think. Maybe the message is "Mmm, salsa and cartoons are good." You can decide.

Another Musical Post.

The industrious misangeles has prodded me to do the "Post Seven Songs You Are Into Right Now" memethinger, and because I need no excuse whatsoever to ramble about music and nostalgia and crud, I am doing it.

( Cut, because two long posts this quickly is kinda spammy. )