Acting on Neil Gaiman's advice, via @AdviceToWriters on Twitter, to use my blog for talking (technically impossible without turning it into a vlog, but he's Neil Gaiman and I'm not going to disagree. No, that was not a disagreement in and of itself. Shoosh. I'm talking.) I thought I'd share something funny I learned about myself yesterday.
I suck at Super Mario Bros.
Just blatantly, out and out suck like a kid with a popsicle on a summer day. It's embarrassing. I actually thought to myself as I died for the third time at the hands of the first turtle-shelled duck creature to appear on the first level of the first world: it's a good thing nobody's here to see this. And it really was. After wasting three lives on the first duck turtle and one on the second scowling brown mushroom, I ejected the game disc and switched to Looney Tunes.
At least I made it to a checkpoint on that one.
Thank heavens I rented these games first. I figured I should see if I actually liked playing them before spending forty or fifty dollars to buy one because the pictures on the back of the case made the game look like fun. So, Super Mario Bros. and Looney Tunes Acme Arsenal: outskies. Next up: Super Mario Galaxy and Super Mario Galaxy 2. Hm. I did purchase the Alice in Wonderland game, and so far I'm doing much better with that one.
It gives me on-screen instructions.