Learn From It

Birthday arrived early, or at least some birthday presents did. Not my doing. Sam hates surprises—I only hate them lately—and so I ended up opening a big pile of lavender and pink packages (with pink and lavender frilly bows and ribbons, no less!) last night instead of next Saturday.

So I'll be a prime number year again. Well, spin the propeller on my cap and call me geeky. Oooh, and my unlucky 13th prime age. Yeah, ew.

It turned out that across all those packages, I ended up with a Playstation 2 with a couple of games: The Incredibles and Katamari Damacy. I seem to recall mentioning to Sam a few weeks ago that I was thinking about the game and how weird and gay and druggy it was, and how interesting the play of it was....and now I have it. Hurrah! (Click on the image below if you have trouble reading the text)

It's all about rolling, and one's big gay kingly/queenly Father, who wears a bellyshirt, has a massive bulge in his royal tights, and whose mouth issues big spreading rainbows in order to transport his tiny, tiny princely son (you, the player) from one place to another.

So get thee to a Sony store and pick up a copy of Katamari Damacy, especially if you're the type who doesn't like the typical shoot 'em up. That's me, by the way, and the single biggest reason I'm not typically a game player. There may be a bazillion games for Windows PCs compared to the Mac, but most of them all look the same to me...same action with different graphics and different (but still thin) storyline.

Katamari Damacy, though...it's so weird, it's queer. And it's so queer, it's fabulous. And it's so fabulous, it's trippy. And so trippy, it's just plain fucking weird. I love it.