Wednesday, January 5, 2005

We were originally scheduled to discuss the vagaries of cleaning one’s apartment, and that’s going to take a backseat because I’ve acquired a copy of this baby. Before I attempt to run it on my crappy computer, however, I’m going to play the “Scrape the Goddamn Snow off My Car” game, a fun diversion similar to Twister with hypothermia.

Worry not, gentle reader, as I’ve purchased a retail copy of this game. I simply need the other version, the special version you can only find in Asian bazaars and filthy alleyways, because it doesn’t require an Internet connection.

Why don’t you download the demo and join me? I figure it’s got to be loads and loads better than talking.