Sometime around Midnight last night the Devil decided to cash in on the longstanding offer of my soul for a next-gen gaming console. While I do not recall receiving confirmation of the transaction, I did have a terrible nightmare about a randy Bea Arthur chasing me in a clown suit (…but that could have been caused by my preholiday hangover). Nonetheless, I consider it a done deal.

Whatever the circumstances, either by demonic influence or plain-old temporary insanity, my wife saw fit to leave this under the tree….

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*Singing of Angels not included

Wonderous visions of me getting pummeled by Brixtone and Daedalus in Fight Night 3 instantly filled my head. Following close on the heels of that thought was a thought of even greater anticipation: pummeling my wife (or at least her hapless & untrained avatar).

Truly, this is a day of joy, celebration and thanksgiving. But this being my first console since a Sega Dreamcast, I should proceed cautiously. In order to master this wild beast I must first woo it, know what it needs….what it wants.

“I’ve never met someone so much like me before…..so square, so white”

 I have no doubt that, in time, I shall be able to spend my time equally between the lovable old computer and my hot new console….but for now I must lose myself in the passion that is xbox360.

I may have lingered a little too long in my embrace, but at least this is one clip that’s not making it to youtube.

 I should go now, Jenn just walked in and I have to explain how I got my tongue caught in the cd drive.  On the bright side - I don’t need an excuse to sleep on the couch tonight.

 Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Oh yeah, and thank God I took Tuesday off…

ps - For those of you who own cats out there, here’s a great holiday gift: Get them a picture of themselves, preferably one that plays sounds of cats meowing. They love it. 

On a related note - Does anyone know how to get claw marks off a 21 inch LCD?