It's-a Me, Mario

Administrative Note: Well, yesterday I just paid to renew this thang for another year so, let's get to it!

Oh my God guys, something I wrote got published! On a blog that's not this one! Score 1, for my semi-coherent babbling!

Back in 2006, I visited some friends at Harvard University for Spring Break. And probably the most epic event of my video gaming experienced happened: I - along with my Player 1 Brian (a dude I just met - SCANDALOUS) - beat Super Mario Bros 3 for the original NES ... without any warp whistles!

Amazing right? It took forever. All night. And you can read about it here.

(For ... what is that word? Not clarification, not confidentiality ... open ... crap. TRANSPARENCY. That's it. And wow, it does not start with a "C." My brain is turning to mush as I get older. Anyway. For transparency purposes [hmm, still not sure that's the right word ... but we must press on], I'm friends with Matt who runs the blog. But it still had to be reviewed, just like any other non-staff writer submitting a story! I like to play video games, but my experience with all these newfangled games and systems is like, nil. I have a Wii, and I play RockBand on it. That's about it. So a story about the original NES seemed appropriate.)

So yeah! Go read my blog! Then read all the other blog posts! Support me and my friends with your clicks!

Speaking of video games, I refuse to believe that this many people (in America) care about soccer. I've seen more news reports on the flipping vuvuzelas in the morning than reports on the BP oil spill. What the hell, man. Who cares. And that includes game recaps! I couldn't tell you who's won shit - I just know those vuvuzela are loud, sound like bees, and are annoying. GREAT REPORTING, AMERICA. They're annoying noise makers. END OF STORY. I haven't watched an entire soccer game before IN MY LIFE and have no intention to. Whatever, World Cup fanatics, you're all band-wagoners.