Super Mario Galaxy has been being way more aggravating than any game where the ultimate goal is to collect brightly colored smiling stars should be. I run around falling into black holes, getting crushed by huge blocks, and repeatedly being reminded by rabbits with neon gay colored ears telling me that I should “Jump high and spin to get things in high up places!”. “I hope you get raped to death!” I cheerfully reply, and fall into a black hole. “TOO BAD,” the game points out as Mario’s tiny, plump body is torn apart by the infinite gravity and his flesh and bones and trademark some type of clothing deep being pulled within the singularity, doing whatever bits of matter do when they get sucked into black holes (watching Family MATTERS, probably. Oh ho ho, I crack myself up.), Nintendo just being their regular helpful selves.

It is fun to play, though, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with the constant barrage of death and cute. Well, I might, but only if the cute things were the ones dying. And if there was blood involved. And perhaps high powered automatic weaponry. And dismemberment. Actually, all that stuff might just make it fun on its own.

I am also playing Crysis and Stubbs the Zombie, but what can I say about either? Stubbs is a one trick pony, it would get old really fast if the novelty of eating people’s brains or clubbing them to death with their own arm isn’t enough for you. Crysis is stunningly beautiful, and puts the FUN back in killing North Koreans! (Digital ones, of course. Ha ha. >_>)

And Mike, I know you read these things, so if you come upstairs and start reading my post back to me in a voice that makes me sound like a small minded pretentious small-town-girl-with-big-city-aspirations again, I will start making puns every time I see you. That is the trade.