The days pass too quickly.

Don't you hate it when that happens? You make plans, nothing gets done and before you know it, months pass like minutes.

On the bright side I have started a few projects and nearly completed some...

The seeds we ordered for the front yard arrived last week and I've done my best to wake up bright and early and dig in the mud, as its rained, stormed and even had two tornado's.  I hope they survive the mud and don't get washed away.

Star flowers and Butterfly bushes in shades of purples, pinks and whites with creeping shell vines and hopefully Irish moss once we order it for ground cover.

I've always had an interest in gardening but never lived in a place where I had a yard and indoor plants always die, which makes me sad.

I'm not the type of person who likes to get dirty or doesn't mind getting into mud so at first I had trouble trying to hover over the ground, dig and plant things before my lower back started to hurt and I fell in the mud, having already ruined my pants and shoes I figured may as well continue crawling around and planting stuff.

After several seeds and plants were in the ground I was completely filthy and I didn't mind, I figured I'd panic and bolt for the shower but I actually had fun and there's a lot more work to do.

Now if the weather can keep from destroying them, I'll try to take photos of their progress, may as well make this a learning experience, as I'm pretty sure not all of them will live and it'll most likely be something I did or didn't do.

As for the other things, I have started writing again, a story I first came up with about nine years ago, I was cleaning out my closet, looking for my mp3 player when I found my stack of old notebooks, all literally full of story ideas.

While most of the stories are not that good, I did find the one I wanted to work on and I am having so much fun reviving and fixing it. I can't give any details away just yet but it feels good to be writing again, even if it never sees the light of day, the process is still extremely rewarding.

So, to any other writers out there that are stuck or feeling that empty feeling, don't worry, it'll come to you when you least expect it, isn't that the general rule?

All I wanted was a snow cone.

I had this weird dream last night, I was in my Pj's and walking around my old house in England when I heard an ice cream truck, so I got excited, thinking I would get a snow cone, the white kind, which tastes like lemon and cherry, my favorite.

I follow the sound thinking "yum yum yum" when I open what I thought was my front door and see this giant eye, its not looking at me but one of its....fingers is. I'm not sure what happened, the finger was frightened and trying to reason, I think.

Then I saw a partially eaten finger and the mouth full of nasty crooked teeth, the eye saw me and I shut the door. My jaw was on the floor, my brain could not register what just happened, the levels of "wrong" had just rebooted my senses.

I snapped out of it when out of no where a pile of fresh snow lands on me, covering me completely. Then I woke up.

Hmm...

Cooters and Kansas

 I've decided the word "Cooter" (Vulgar, yes, I know), always make me laugh.

See, a few months after I first moved to Kansas, I was in the grocery store and in the same isle as me, was a mother and her two young children, a boy and a girl, maybe 6 or 7? Who knows I'm terrible with ages, anyways---

I'm uncomfortable because the kids are scrappin' pretty hard, I mean the girls throwin punches as her brother throws slaps, it was kind of funny but I was worried about it getting close to me, so I went to turn my cart out of the isle when I heard this:

MOM

I don't care! You two stop it right now! 

BOY

She kicked me!

GIRL 

He--OWWW!!!!

MOM

Jason! DO NOT kick your sister in the cooter!

The cart squeaked to a stop and I covered my mouth but I couldn't help but snort laugh, I was in complete disbelief, I had never heard the word Cooter be used in a sentence before and it was

a w e s o m e

Anyways, I've heard this uncommon, yet hilarious word, be used a few times, watch its gonna catch on and end up in a movie. (That I'll probably love and laugh my ass off at)

lol

le sigh, nothing to see here...

Delightfully Enlightened .

With the whirlwind of moving being near an end, my next phase was to decide a very serious path.  Do I
A) go back to school to continue my medical degree
or
B) join the theater in the local CC, like I've always wanted to.

This choice has plagued me my whole life, I've taken so many chances with my career and having a stable job just to run off and peruse these "flighty"  acting and modeling jobs, hoping that if I just built my resume better I'd snag something better...and I was happy. Happy to live off Ramen, min-wage , live in an apartment that didn't have a working A\C...just to be giving my dreams a chance, but after eight years, my goals have changed.

I wouldn't say I've given up my dreams, but just found an indirect route to try next and I've always been fascinated with Neuropathy, Hemotology, Radiology and I really wanted to be a surgery tech but unfortunately, there are no programs that train for that where I live and so, I chose yet another interesting field.

I start school next month, April 19th, as an X-ray Tech. The school is fairly big, very clean and all the teachers are fully certified, friendly and have a sense of humor. I'm so excited that I'm almost sad that I have to wait so long just to start.

But the its also a good thing, it gives me time to find supplies and wrap my head around what I'm about to put myself though.

The last time I went to school, in 2008, I was studying to be a Medial Transcriptionist, there were problems from the start, even getting admitted was hard because no one can seem to spell or say my first name correctly.

On top of that, I did very well in all my classes but I felt like I could be doing so much more then just typing and filling out reports...I wanted to be more helpful...like directly helpful, not a part of some large cog. The more I learned about the different medical professions, the more it made me wish I was studying something else however, I did always intend on completing school.

What happens next is a flaw in the system, any student who needs x amount of hours for internship cannot graduate until those hours are completed, and you have a limited time window to do this, its usually around 2-3 months after the last school day to find and complete internship before theres just nothing they can do for you...and then you get to pay back $xx,xxxx for literally, nothing.

Like me.

But I put that behind me and I've remained happy, bouncy and optimistic, and I know starting school, getting certified and finally having a real career will be a huge relief and I'm really excited to be taking this step.

Now hopefully my classmates are chilly and I don't have any unwanted attention, I hate having the "no dating" talk. 

Must paint...so many blank canvases taunting me..mua ha ha ha O_O;

Box cutters are evil.

It took nearly two solid weeks of hauling boxes, trash and furniture from the old town house to the new house-house. The process was not designed entirely around a solid plan of execution, though myself and my family are experienced "movers" none of us could have prepared for the horrors (and laughs) that were soon to come.

First off, Uhaul would not just let us rent the truck for 3 days and charged us for a week, which was a little over a thousand dollars...we were informed that when we turned the truck in after 3 days we'd get some money back.

With that in mind, we rushed to get boxes from the 3 story town house into the truck, using craigs list to hire 2 random guys.  I was not aware they were from CL and thought they came with the truck (don't make fun, I was tired and not paying attention lol)

The guys did an alright job, they kept up the pace and the truck ended up making 3 full runs, though at that rate, we knew we'd need the truck for longer, which sucked.

The guys also dropped our brand new washer and it fell down the stairs and nearly crushed\killed him, but he continued to work anyways but the washer DID die.

That night we slept in the new house in our own beds, surrounded by unpacked boxes and covered in bruises, scrapes, dents and scars. My knuckles still look like I picked a fight with a cement wall...and lost.

There are no curtains and my new bedroom has a large floor to ceiling ground floor window, I got dressed in plain sight, figuring no one would be walking passed the lake at that very moment. (But later on a neighbor did see me in my underwear, she waved and continued to walk her dog, I was mortified but told myself to just smile and wave back)

To me the house is very cold, the thingie on the wall says its 70, but it feels like 60, hopefully it will warm up once curtains are in, there are just so many damn windows!

Day 2, we went with new movers, two older gentlemen who seemed to be seasoned pros and moving and stacking heavy shit, these guys would have been killer to have on day 1 however, we recently found out that the two guys hardly knew each other, and the one guy we paid did not give a fair cut to his partner.

We paid them $300 for a full days work and even bought lunch, the one bad guy gave his partner $70...thats it. Hopefully karma will repay this man.

We spent the rest of the night cleaning the town house and sadly the place was already in that shape, cleaner then when we first moved in. We went out to a steak place for dinner and I enjoyed a Tilapia because I thought it was chicken (lol) it was good till my dad told me it was fish then I couldn't bring myself to bring the fork to my mouth. He may as well have said it was made of kittens or puppies...not that I love fish, I just can't stand sea food. I have to trick myself into eating sushi, its sad really...

Day 3, no boxes in the town house but chaos reigns, the cats are in complete horror and hide in dark places instead of exploring their new castle, I manage to stab myself with the box cutter in several unusual places.

I managed to dive, slide and save a hand full of falling crystal baubles (like the ones from Labyrinth) as they fell from the unsafe shelf someone left them on. I wasn't even thinking it was an auto reaction, I'm quite proud to report the fragile pretties are safe and I'm actually okay though if I had been watching it happen I'd bet on the human being hurt but in this case, I landed good I guess.

Box cutter stabs:

Back pocket, sitting down abruptly for a rest, just the tiny steel tip sticking out of its case, stabs me in the kidney area, I bleed like a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, without noticing, till I sit down again and feel like I had sat down on a wet sofa. Ruined my white tank top and my cargo pants. Everyone freaks out and wants me to get into the light so they can see why theres so much blood and laughs at me because the wound is about as small as being stabbed with the tip of a mechanical pencil (Yeah, been there done that too)

Fingers, every single one and two of my left toes when I dropped it without realizing.

Back of my right elbow, I was carrying a heavy box slowly and bumped backwards right into it, it felt like I had just bumped the counter so I kept going, then later I noticed the stab wound, this time it didn't bleed everywhere but its still pretty sore.

Other wounds \ injuries.

Carrying a box full of books, but unaware its full of books as its marked "crafts" down a flight of stairs, my knee decides to randomly give out and I toss the box like its on fire and fall down after it like a rag doll lol, I landed so hard I heard air escape from my lungs like a weird click cough hehe, I thought at least I still have cool points because no one witnessed me fly down the stairs, except the cat...I'm sure.

New bathtub, didn't have a shower curtain or shower rod, this house didn't come with rods or a pantry!
So I decided a bath would be good for me, wet wash rag over the face, relax in the steam, sure thats all fine until you try to get back out. My legs are so bruised it hurt to stand and the tub was slippery so I think I slammed myself side ways on to the rim of the tub, I'm not quite sure as I was half awake...I know it didn't hurt until the next day when I tried to get out of bed.

Locked my hair in the car door twice in one day....

New scar under my chin from carrying a box around a corner and bumping into the banister, corner of the box bit my face!

Black eye from god knows what...I seriously have no idea, I swear I don't remember anything hitting me in the face, it doesn't even hurt...I thought it was just melted makeup, you know...eyeliner that had got wet and was blackish under my right eye but its changing colors and a little sore so...yeah...I look scrappy lol

But other then getting my wimpy ass kicked, I learned a lot from this move.

• 60lbs is my lift limit
• Box cutters don't always retract all the way
• Fast food is never a good idea, no matter how hungry I am
• I have no use for a computer without internet
• I can bleed a lot before noticing.
• I snore.
• I have a high tolerance to pain.
• My high tolerance to pain makes others sick.
• My laughing instead of crying when in pain confuses and possibly scares others.
• I can command myself to shut up and complete a task before caving in.
• Houses don't come with energy saving light bulbs.
• Shag carpet causes me to arc lightning 6 inches away from anything I touch.
• Everyone in his house needs some sort of 2 way radio because its too damn big lol

Also, and I don't mean this in a sexual way at all, but I seem to have bitten a rather large hole in my feather pillow, I noticed feather bits in my hair this morning, which is nothing new, but as I brushed my hair I noticed more and more, much larger feathers then as I made my bed I saw the pillow.  Now we don't own a dog and last I checked, the cats don't wear lipstick so...the evidence is quite clear, unfortunately.

The funny thing is, I only remember dreaming about Stephen Dorff accusing me of stealing his box cutter, which in its self I was totally confused and scared because he seemed really angry and I'm like "But I need this box cutter...no you can't have it, I really do need it! No its not yours, its mine!

But he took it from me anyways and walked away, lit a cigarette and gave me stink face as he walked back to his house and I frowned lol.

But in reality I guess I was biting a hole into my pillow, I wonder what it all means oooo or if its better not to know?? haha

Zombitheluvfool, name origins.

I especially like how my cat, Hannibal, is looking at me funny. Super brownie points if anyone can guess what the drawing is behind Hannibal ;)

So, I've learned some things about myself and the WACOM \ Photoshop.
#1. I hate drawing hands and feet.
#2. Drawing plaid is NOT fun.
#3. My butt may be larger then I suspected, I am strangely okay with this.
#4. One day, I will get my broken nose fixed.
#5. Hannibal smells like my coffee, which means I should pour it out and get some more.

Feeling much better and creative!

I was drawing, writing and painting up a storm during my nasty flu, had some really crazy dreams and drank a lot of coffee (well, no more then usual)

I'm very used to my dreams being weird, so you know when you're a sleep and you may say "what the hell is going on?" I'm more likely to think "Yup, that's about right"

See, I don't get sick very often, but when I do, its like my body makes it a contest and all hell breaks loose.

My dream last night actually made even less sense then normal, where I did actually think "Alright, that's kind of odd"

I was in a huge walk in shower with a clear plastic curtain and wearing my black pj shorts and tank, taking a shower like its perfectly acceptable, letting the water hit my face. I didn't move, I kind of turned like a puppet to see a tall figure starring at me, he was smiling and although we could see each other fine, he pulled back the clear curtain and continued to stare, he too moved like he was being animated.

Then the next thing I know, I'm laying on a bunch of folded fabrics with giant beads, next to him and we are looking up watching "House - Medical Paranormal Investigations" It even had Hugh Laurie and Wilson wearing a hard hat (which made me raise my eyebrow) It's playing above and outside the box.

The lid to the box closes...

Then I noticed we were inside a giant jewelry box, surrounded by giant rings, earrings and the fabric was a scarf of some kind, there was even a mirror directly above us, reflecting us like dolls, laying side by side.

It freaked me out till I realized my hand was up his shirt and had discovered only one of his nipples were pierced, I laughed because I'm not a very forward or bold girl and to do this is just not like me at all.

When I woke up I wanted to draw the strange angles and try and look up any meanings online that this dream may be trying to tell me. I don't even own a music jewelry box.

Maybe I should buy one?

In other news, I've been sketching with the wacom, it sill stutters and drives me insane but I'm determined to learn photoshop.

When I lived in England there was this boy who was a few years older then me, I forget his name but he made it his meaning in life to torment me, one summer he actually tackled me down a hillside and to some it may sound romantic, but we hit every rock and branch on the way down.

What he loved to do the most was hold me down and lick my eyelids, it was horrible, I couldn't stand it, I screamed and kicked but he was much bigger then me, his mother and my mother would watch and laugh because to them, it was harmless play, but to me, I've developed a complex haha, I still have nightmares where I cover my face, thinking he was there, sticking his tongue out at me.

I can laugh about it now, but at the time...it was far from funny or cute.

I love bubble baths as much as the next girl but I do suffer from Thalassophobia, which even effects how I feel about pools and baths (usually its just the ocean, lakes, ponds, rivers)


Recently, I've come across three other people with this same phobia and I hear it is quite common, so I sketched this just for fun, did not plan on adding color but I really like the way it turned out. Although the monster looks different from what I think I see...My monster is more of a Cthuluskull with teeth for eyes.

This was done with some old vintage macabre photos, inverted then done in sepia colors, the clouds are air brushed and stencils, the trees were real trees, again inverted and sepia, then I put an old film grain and then a paper filter grain over it.

I call it "Dreaming in Coffee" because I was enjoying a really great cup of coffee when I discovered the vintage pictures, then the little gears in my head began to turn. :}

If you'll ever learn one thing about me it should be that I am a romantic but you should also know I enjoy the strange and obscure and although I may not practice in "Free Love" like Mary, Byron, Claire and Percy, I do deeply envy the night they all had together in the story of Gothic.

I've always felt like Frankenstein and his Bride should have lived happily ever after though...and Dracula and Mina.

Clowns = Nightmares.

Last night...I was about to go to bed when @CurtisRx twitters Episode 4 of www.watchplayingdead.com will be available at midnight, it was about 11pm so I figured I'd finish watching Videodrone, watch Ep.4 then go to bed.

1a.m rolled around and still no Ep.4 so I went to bed, with clowns and stomach guns on the brain.

 

My nightmares are usually funny and horrible, last night's was no different.

I dreamed I was in my new house, that's still empty and I noticed something run from the garage to the pantry, shutting the door behind it.

Now, my new house doesn't have a pantry built in it just yet, but I guess I was dreaming of where the new pantry will be...so anyways...

I got closer to see when another one ran in, this time big and colorful, I could feel my entire body go cold, oh I knew what it was...I knew full well....yup...that was a clown and it just ran into my pantry.

So I thought "What do I do?" "What can I---oh god another one just ran in" 

I was too frightened to move when the littlest clown saw me and ran at me with his arms in the air, I screamed and he stuffed me into a laundry hamper then I woke up as I rolled off my bed.

Upon reflection I can see how this is both morbid and funny, I'm laughing about it but I'll never feel the same way again about the soon-to-be-built kitchen pantry.

On the bright side, Ep.4 is uploaded, I've watched it twice and I can't wait for next Friday for Ep.5 :)

 

Bruce Bruce vs Frankenstein!

I'm *still* excited about this, it was announced yesterday and my immediate reaction was to post to everyone AND their moms!

That was my reaction and Ted confirmed hes "IN it!"  I could of exploded into a puff of confetti and glitter!

I spent the better part of the morning giddy, thinking about if Ted was gonna be Frankenstein and many other roles, like he did in My Name is Bruce, another movie I *loved*!

So, here's what I was thinking
Even with the monster makeup hes still sooooooooooooooo dreamy! I know Frankenstein actually has a brown coat and no tie but its still Ted!

Even though it's not confirmed, I still had a lot of fun making this and I'm really enjoying this WACOM a lot more then I had thought, Its actually fun and relaxing to mess with photos.

The knobs were taken from a photo of a Frankenstein mask, I used the shiny side and duplicated it on both sides, then made them smaller and moved into position.

Here's Ted as Frankenstein without the makeup.

Here's one of the other background I tested...

 

But I decided since his skin is going to be green, I needed a green background, but without the makeup or costume on, this is the background I would have chosen because I love its use of colors.

During a real zombie invasion...

I've had a good day, My name is Bruce sequels announced and even better, Ted Raimi confirmed he'll be in it (Though how many times is still unknown) He just said he has a lead role in a major film but couldn't reveal anything else...I can't wait to hear \ see more!!!!!

I decided to make a joke, using my wacom and a movie still from one of my favorite horrors, Day of the Dead, I took a photo of mine and made it into kind of a post card, unfortunately, it didn't turn out exactly how I had wanted, but its still spiffy!

I thought it would be funny to instead ask, all the zombie fans out there..

If zombies really did invade the world:

• Would people still blog?
• Would they take cheesy myspace photos?
• If you got full Kevlar and covered yourself in Crisco, would you be safe?

Anyhoo, I've had a headache all day and I'm blaming the cheap wine and sitting funny in my computer chair for most of the morning and for now, its bedtime.

p.s next time I'll use a photo where I'm not squinting! lol

Here's the process, -Original photo- boring...and squinting ><

I went after the hair first, not really knowing exactly what I was going to do with the photo, till it hit me, why not make a monster like post card, with zombies?:D

 I didn't know if I'd get in trouble for using the background of Day of the Dead, so I wanted to make it cartoony too, just in case. Also sketched in some hair.

I was testing eye colors, here is Purple.

Green

 Teal, I loved this color but it just wasn't me, I have light brown eyes and I figured I should stick to some part of realism.

And I thought I'd dislike KS...

Well, the day has come, we have a house. We can move in mid Feb, though my joke was "Mid Feptember" because I was tongue tied and too busy starring at the house.

We're all very excited, its a 5 bedroom, 3 bath with 3,046 square feet!!! Two covered patios, walk out finished basement. It has a wonderful lake view and more space then I know what to do with, first time ever!

 

 

 

So much hardwood floor, never wearing shoes inside the house ever again, gonna need a ton of those grippy socks so I don't slip and kill myself lol...

We're so excited its insane! We feel very lucky right now:) Now...what colors to pick. I was thinking:

I found this image through the random waves of Google. I really love its use of color and I'm gonna attempt to recreate it. :) Oh I also found a picture of a sink I really like

That's just beyond spiffy to me. I must have it O_O

I need more ideas, I've never had so much space to decorate before, it's just too exciting!!!!

I feel like the luckiest gal on earth:)

Death of my DVD player.

I've decided I've taken enough abuse from my DVD player, all of its late audio, the skipping frames and constant yet still pretty random honking sounds (much like a flock of dying mechanical geese) I'm going to take it a part, see if perhaps by some off chance of fixing it...or just taking out aggression like a scene out of Office Space.

I have nothing else better to do, not when its like this outside:
Besides, staying in where its warm and watching B horrors is far more ideal then what little my town has to offer.

Oh and 3 discs of IT crowd!

If I had but one movie-wish...

I'd want Sam Raimi to direct:

I'm sad he wont be doing Spiderman 4 but I'm excited to hear there will be an Evil Dead 4 as I'm a huge fan of the ED series, more so then Spiderman.

I absolutely love the idea of the zombie marvel spin off to be made into movies because
A) I love zombies
B) I know for a fact Sam Raimi would do an amazing job
C) The visuals and gore factor could be shot in a new way, perhaps even change the standard horror movie script, where you have a hero who couldn't die. In the zombie marvel world anything goes, right?

I'm not saying I want to see Ash die, because that's no where near what I want, hes a bumbling idiot and you love to hate him but when its time to fight evil forces hes the man you want by your side. Besides, Ash has simply gone through too much to die from zombies, hes much more likely to accidentally fall off a cliff, set himself on fire or be shot by a love-scorn woman.

Ted Raimi, of course!

I hope I don't get into trouble for this, but I finally figured out how to take screenshots from video on the computer.

I was watching "The Gore The Merrier" which is an Evil Dead 2 featurette on all the behind the scenes stuff like hurting Bruce Campbell, Sam Raimi being the comical bully and how they did the makeup as well as really great camera tricks and inside jokes revealed. I Highly recommend watching it and the ED2 with commentary.

I wish the video didn't cut out, I really wanted to know what Ted said next! AAAH!

Dear Ted,
you endured what must of been extremely smelly plastic and rubber, the NC Heat, Your brother, wires, gravity, makeup and contacts that blinded you but on behalf of all ED \ TR fans, we thank you, Ted. You made one hell of a freaky monster.

Did anyone else notice this scene from "My Name is Bruce?

An apple juice box? lol!

An obligatory Pavel shot, in "Man With The Screaming Brain". My favorite scene.

PAVEL
But first I... make letter better.
*grin*

The writer within...

I'm still learning the ropes and I've never let anyone read what I've done because I'm shy, no...I'm extremely shy and paranoid. I've written 5 full scripts at 120-125pgs each and countless short stories and plot ideas. I'm better at writing action, titles, characters then I am at writing dialog or endings. It drives me crazy but all I can do is get better.

For fun, I still read other scripts to movies I know and I try to learn what I can and watch all interviews, commentaries and behind the scenes stuff I can, not just for my writing but because it really is interesting to me.

I've done a few "extras" parts, aka "Shemps"
when I lived in Las Vegas, NV. My first Shemping experience came from Oceans 11.

In the final cut I have two scenes and no speaking parts, but I was actually in about 5 and doing "background" noise or asking people what they wanted to drink as a waitress.

I learned a lot from being behind the scenes. Movie stars aren't all nice and sweet people.
Chaos reigns supreme and its messy.
Extras are mostly just cattle that you can't trust.
Makeup artists don't like pale skin.
Directors don't want to put the girl with the flaming red hair anywhere near Julia Roberts.
But over all it was a really rewarding experience, everyone complained when the A\C went out, there was no water bottles at times and extras even got in fights with each other. I'd do it all again in a heart beat.
I went on to do several more extra roles until I moved away. I always liked the idea of acting but I'm actually too shy to perform so I tend to stick to writing and maybe one day directing.

I used to work at CH.13, ABC as an editor and even that experience gave me a better perspective on how movies are pieced together. Both linear and non-linear. I love editing and I find it to be peaceful, unlike some other editors that don't find it to have enough creative freedom. At least not in the news, but who can blame them, right?

My Video Game Collection

I've played PC games since 1996, which makes me feel old. Some of my favorites, besides CS:S, Half Life, Doom ect are:

I'm usually a sniper, I love finding a good place to perch. I'm also an excellent pilot and driver. In BF2 my favorite thing was to fly black hawks low enough to run people over or make them drive off the road and crash.

In L4d and L4d2, I enjoy co-op and vs. My favorite gun is the magnum and fav. special infected: boomer.

I have so many horror classics, though I never did beat "D", the disc was corrupted.

Phantasmagoria was a great source of creative energy, I truly love that house and I'd live in it, monster in the basement and all.

Shivers had GREAT music and really gave me chills sometimes.

Beast Within was fun because I still know enough German to figure out the puzzles.

Evidence is impossible to beat. Go ahead prove me wrong, I friggin' DARE you.

Jericho is beautiful and gory, a perfect mix of gruesome and absolute stunning and creative scenery, though its game play is short and Delgato will make you wish you could kill him or...yourself, over all its truly worth playing, if just for the details alone.

In Tomb of the Pharaoh, Malcom McDowell plays your pseudo bad guy, hes awesome though. The game gets tricky when you have to remember how to navigate through the mines, its no "left left right"

Tim FRIGGIN' Curry stars as Dr. Frankenstien, hes the very reason to even try this game. Its relaxing, simple and has pretty good graphics, for its day.

And as for Rise of the Triad, well, all I have to say is God Bat + Jumpy Pad = FUN! "FFoooorrreeeeeee----shhhhink"

Then there's games I suck at, I mean I'm truly terrible and the world should be glad I'm not a doctor. I'm positive I didn't miss a calling when I play these Wii games. I love them, don't get me wrong but it takes me 10-11 attempts to beat each "mission" and its not just the delay on the remote but its me being lazy and trying to just put antibiotics on everything then a band-aid.