Sick of being the guinea pig

Work-related realitosis combined with my getting tired of looking at screens has precluded posts this week, my bad. But I figured something needs to get tossed up here today, because chances are tomorrow there will be much screaming and tossing of monitors due to circumstances somewhat beyond my control.

Vague hostility aside -- as you may or may not know, the goats have a new roommate. It's been a bit of an upgrade over old Churchy McRepublican, especially in that the new guy isn't a total square who watches freaking CNBC. Nah, the new guy is more of the kind of person who goes into a bar and orders two chili dogs and a white russian. He doesn't even have a bed. The dude certainly abides.

But this new guy does have a Playstation 2, which complements the NES and the XBox well. On it we've been playing possibly the most ridiculous game ever to cross the pacific, Katamari Damacy. For the uninitiated, the basic premise is you roll this ball around, picking up progressively bigger objects. Surprisingly addictive. And there's a crazy and hilarious backstory involving the drunken King of the Cosmos destroying the universe or something. Check out this video, you'll see what I mean?


Awesome.

In other news, Zombies play kickball? Why wouldn't they.

Also, if anon could find some offhand hyperbole above to contradict, that would be great. Wish me luck.