Holly Jolly
I’m sitting on the couch at Alice’s parents’ house, watching Lucy play Animal Crossing on her new Gamecube. I have a headache and a phlegm-filled sore throat, and my feet are cold. I think I’ve decidedly shifted over to being a summer person. Or maybe just a not-winter person. It’s too cold for convertible driving or comfortable riding, things and people are closed for the holidays, and everything is just gloomier. I guess I can’t appreciate that as much anymore now that I personally am not quite so gloomy.
I got a pretty good haul for Christmas, though, so that was nice. Alice and I splurged on each other, so she ended up getting me Blankets, The Name of the Rose, Casino Royale, and the first season of House. The rest of her family got me a couple of Bill Bryson books, a radioactive reindeer (don’t ask), a giant stuffed penguin, and a 1:18 Peugeot 307 WRC model. Woo!
We’ve been playing a lot of Rock Band and Guitar Hero 3 around here. Alice and I suddenly have become able to play GH3 on Hard, though we’re currently stuck on the tier of songs containing Queens of the Stone Age’s 3s and 7s and Muse’s Knights of Cydonia. It’s still a pretty big improvement over the last time we touched the game. Magical! Rock Band is even better, though. Ryan, Sean and I took out a 12-song set the other night, which left us feeling pretty awesome, but left my throat feeling a bit raw. Then last night, Ryan, Alice and I beat the Hall of Fame set, effectively beating the game… although there is still the 58-song Endless Set to unlock and beat. Jebus.