Wii Fit!

As some of you know, we've been trying to get a Wii Fit for ages, but not willing to pay the exorbitant markups that the Ebay and Amazon resellers sell it for.

Amazon "limits" buyers to three at a time when they get them in stock, which is horseshit, since that just means that the resellers buy three at time (or end-users buy one, then buy two more to resell and make their Wii Fit effectively free). Even the stores that limit purchases to one sell out the second they arrive.

But a little over two weeks ago, littlebuhnee noticed that they were listed in some of her book clubs. Since I still have a Sci-Fi book club (home of the Alien Sybian) membership sitting unused, I logged in, and there it was!

Of course, being the SFBC, it took three weeks, but yesterday, a shiny new Wii Fit showed up on our doorstep!

Thanks to Wii Fit, I've determined that I'm incapable of hitting virtual soccer balls with my head, although I'm damned good at getting smacked in the face with virtual flying panda heads. And it's good to be aware of your limits.

The game itself is damned neat; I've only done about ten minutes of working out so far, but I'm impressed by the interface and the actual exercises. The minigames are also effective, and unlike, say, Wii Sports, the games are aimed at making me work out, not leaving me in pain for days.

Tuesday links

It's the last week before classes begin, so things are super-insane. Here are ten things that have distracted me.

1. 100 writers who have never won a Hugo. Of course, there are more than 100 writers who have never won, but since this list was crafted to list folks we might have expected to have won Hugos, it omits Piers Anthony, Terry Goodkind, Stephen Donaldson, and John Norman.

2. Neil Diamond. As seen through a crappy bagel.

3. Burger King's veggie porn scandal. Shocking.

4. PETA: Still run by assholes.

5. Food-related album covers.

6. AC/DC's new album is being sold exclusively at Wal-Mart. Wait. What?

7. It's been linked everywhere, but here's H.P. Lovecraft as a Whitman Sampler Copywriter.

8. For $149, you can get a "video autograph" of your favorite celebrity (assuming your fave is Shatner, Hulk Hogan, or Danica Patrick).

9. The RIAA is finally forced to pay for their harassment of an innocent women. Here's hoping they keep having to pay until they're broke.

10. Finally, here's Walt Disney's Sin City -- Disney princesses filtered through Frank Miller's Whore-O-Vision.

I needed this today

"I'm Vin Diesel. Don't fuck with me."

(NSFW, of course).