Wiiiiiiiiiiiiii!



So... Wii. That sure is... whatever it is. I think the Revolution's new name was almost as big a shock as the controller was!



Of course, right now everyone is still hung up on the whole Wii = Wee = Urine and/or Penises thing. But once the name becomes too familiar for the filthy joke novelty to survive -- when you hear "Winnie the Pooh," do you still think about poop jokes? -- I wonder what people will think about it then. "Wii" won't always sound dirty, but will it always sound silly?



It was a mistake to wait this long before unveiling the final name. I mean, I understand why they don't want to sell this thing as the "Revolution". They're trying to market it to a broad, non-gamer audience. They want it to sound friendly, inviting, non-threatening. They don't want it to sound like you're inviting Che Guevera into your livingroom.



But they've been calling it the Revolution for nearly a year now. People got attached to that name! And it doesn't help that Nintendo's official explanation of the new name's meaning is excrutiatingly corny and more than a little pretntious.



But really, I think the main problem is the "i"s. There aren't enough of them. The name becomes ten times more awesome with each additional "i". It also becomes a lot more fun to say!



Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!



Sam Logan

Declare the pennies on your eyes



I am finally, finally through the severe agony that was my income tax filing process this year. Going to the bank tomorrow and actually paying the money -- the event which should be the most depressing part of the tax process -- will feel like sweet relief compared to the paperwork. Blah!



In other news that I honestly swear has nothing to do with paying my taxes, I was thinking about putting together a couple of new tshirt designs. I've been putting it off for ages, but I have a lot of rough ideas and am not really sure which ones to go with.



I've already mentioned that I was interested in making a "Why must society keep oppressing me with its unattainable standards" shirt. I've also been tossing around the idea of a shirt that would proclaim one's undying love and subordinance to Alphonso. And at some point, I'd really like to do a Noosehead shirt... maybe a tour shirt, or an "I will eat your family" shirt.



Or maybe I should just be honest with myself and make a shirt that says "This tshirt is based on an obscure joke I read on the internet." What do you guys think I should do? Shoot me an email with your thoughts! I can't respond to them all individually but I will certainly read them and then think about their contents while stroking my chin thoughtfully.



Sam Logan

Your brain is very tired



Backlinking Machine Force Five: You can read the first Vignette story here, and the second one here. You can also see the first appearance of the nefarious Grrbil gang here, but as with most pre-Noosehead comics, you don't really need to read it in order to understand what's going on now. Bam!



Gerbils are such bizarre, industrious little creatures. No other animal on earth takes digging and chewing as seriously as a gerbil does, even though sometimes they kind of lose track of what they're doing. You can see what I'm talking about in this video that Claire took of our two.


I've started playing that evil Brain Age game. I don't really understand why it's fun, but it is. Hopefully it will also help improve my atrocious mental math skills. The game does have a few problems -- particularly the voice and writing recognition, which hears my "blue"s as "black"s and reads my "b"s as "L"s -- but it was certainly worth the $20 asking price. I wish more developers would create smaller-scale, lower-priced software for consoles and handhelds. I mean, not every game needs to be a 200 hour, $50+ epic. It's neat to get a quick shot of something different and entertaining for only a few bucks.



Right now, my brain age is 43. Claire's is 31. I don't think I'm ever going to hear the end of it!



Sam Logan