Nothing thrills me more than the coming together of an elegantly written plotline. On that note...
Yep, I own this once again and my N64 is still hanging in there by the hair of its chinny chin chin. This game always provided unbelievable and pointless thrills. I have really great memories of this being one of the very first video games I ever played when I was a child. The remake was, for-whatever reasons not even a close second. Maybe it's just because until Skyrim, I was a loud-mouthed protester of the 'extra-joystick-view-moving' that came soon after Nintindo 64.
Anyways, my mother-in-law and her two month old are staying with us. Surprisingly it's not as awful as it sounds. Though she does insist cleaning about my house and I'm now terribly self-conscious about any crumb that falls from my toddler's mouth. She also stocked our pantry with junk. That's probably my biggest complaint, because I simply can't resist reaching for a double-stuffed Oreo even if the apples are just a pivot and pull away. Also, my spouse and I have been engaged in a war of witty insults since she arrived though. I'm not sure why. I'm being constantly called a crab, (my zodiac is cancer) and poking fun is apparently obligatory. For an excerpt this would be an example of the daily tiffs.
Said-Spouse: How do I even cut this pineapple?
Me: *ignores*
Said-Spouse: HOW DO I EVEN CUT THIS RIDICULOUSLY ARMORED FRUIT?
Me:...with a knife.
Said-Spouse: OH good one. There you go being a little crab again, pinchers drawn and all.
Me: Seriously, stop calling me a crustacean!
Plus we compete for computer time. WoW time versus Mizahar. Unfortunately I lose more than I win.
Oh! The best news of the day is that I finally got my acceptance letter into The Vet Tech Institute. Whoooo, I start on my birthday after a long flight from my relatives. Oh U life.