ah, my prediction was correct. a nice little virus has descended upon me, and as a result of this, i spent of all yesterday morning in bed watching informercials (who knew that they played them so frequently on saturday mornings!), and playing the legend of zelda: majora's mask.

a few words on both subjects.

informercials suck monkey dick, okay? i can't even tell you how many i saw on weight loss alone. "mary lou lost 200 pounds." "curly joe lost 150 pounds." "annie beth lost 10 ppunds and 7 1/4 inches in fifteen days." and so on. there are also the informercials that try to help you make a lot of money by teaching you how to invest your money, how to purchase real estate. all you have to do is call this number to purchase your 87 compact disc set that will give you the step by step process to help you win financial success. and let's not forget those informerials that try to sell you things that you think that you nedd, but your really don't. like a chic, hip, sleek vaccum cleaner; a chicken roaster; a set of 20 knives; and, my personal favorite, a foam mattress set. only 382 payments of $19.99, and it's yours. fuck all that shit. they're just trying to buy your soul. don't give in to the bullshit.

now, on a lighter note, majora's mask (besides the ocarina of time) is the best damn game i have ever played. there are so many little puzzles to solve, so many minigames to win, oh, the possiblities. the only problem with this game is that you have to set aside a good three hours or so to play, maybe even five hours to beat a temple. it's because you have three days to save the world, and the clock is ticking. so, if you're bored one saturday afternoon, go ahead, pop in majora's mask and have some ridiculously good fun; you most certainly will not regret it.

and, now, back to the bed for me.

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