Wha-BAM!

"Do you have any other games that require you to get very active? My son doesn't get very much exercise and I really want him playing a game that will get him active."

"Honestly, ma'am, all I can recommend there is an outdoor playground."


I actually managed to say that without sounding snarky at all! I'm so proud of me! I'm really taking the servant approach this time around!


"Do you have a controller for feet?"

"Uhh...no."


Working at this store is great.

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In other news, over the past three days I played through the entire "Pirates of the Confusabein'" movie tie-in video game (thrown together to make a quick buck off the movie) and though my arm is tired from all that controller-waggling, it was worth it. I can now tell you EVERYthing about the upcoming movie. I'm a walking Spoiler. At least until midnight tonight.


I had a dream the other night that I had been invited to Romney's house because I was good friends with one of his (many) sons. I don't even know what Romney looks like. All I know is he's Mormon. I started to discuss theology with him, then reason told me to switch gears and discuss Mormon church history if I hoped to make him see the light. Unfortunately, I woke up just before delivering the final blow.

But he was a really nice guy. Kinda simple in a warm, harmless sort of way. I'd vote for him.


Tonight we begin rehearsals for Kingly the 2. Better go buy a highlighter. No, that can't be it. Hiliter? Hilighter. No. Hy-lytor. Hy-tlor. Hitlor. Hitler. Holy crap!


Ooh! And I walk by the Scientology offices every day. There are always about three to five Church(tm) officials smoking and glugging coffee out front. I bet their theatan levels are through the ROOF! One wants to say something to them, but...what?