Update

A new job, a new city, a new apartment, old friends.

I have relocated to Rochester NY for the summer where I will be selling Itialian Gelatto from a cart by the lake. It is a lot of change all at once. Managing the stand has a lot of responsability attached to it. Hireing employees, managing money, set up, tear down etc. I will be kept busy.
A lot of change all at once. I could not have imagined how much work it would take to get a simple vending business up and running. There are lots of hoops to jump through and lots of risks to take.
The experience will be well worth the trouble. It will take some adjusting not having some of my close friends and surigate family around, but such as life. I am excited about this new season of life and I hope it will bring forth some humerous people watching and interesting posts. Keep an eye on the site for changes and updates.
j.

My thoughts on Global Politics, The War, and Oil.

So last night I turned to the news networks to find some inspiration for today's blog. (hence the title) Unfortunately none of those subjects were being talked about.

CNN was covering the Jackson case which I believe we are in year three of our 24 hour coverage at this point I am pretty sure it has turned into a reality show at this point. Funny I don't remember Fox promoting any new awesomely bad series recently. Speaking of Fox

Fox News was in hour 19 of Peterson fest O5.

MSNBC was letting Ann Coulter intelligently yet snoreously go on and on about the supreme court appointments. I understand that "attractive" sells but could we start with someone who doesn't have "snob" all over their nose, I mean face.

Local News was still babbling about American Idol. (because that's real news)

The only place I found actual credible news was the weather channel. Unfortunately I already have a window and the weather hasn't changed since March.

Even Comedy Central makes an attempt to keep up with current events with its prize Daily Show. While the mockumentary style program has its humorous moments it's left wing stance tends to give me an ulcer after a while. Although I did enjoy one segment in which they picked on the major news networks for taking time to report on blogs that report news. There is nothing like turning to MSNBC for an update and watching a 10 min screen shot of the .com's bloggerman's screenshot. Brilliant.

I am sad to say not even my friend Drudge is safe from Michael Jackson and Paula Abdul.
So where do we turn to for real news? The History Channel. I figure, I may be 50 years behind the times, but at least my facts will be straight, and they only time Jackson's name will come up is when their doing a Tribute To Motown special.

j.

This just in I had all but wrapped this post up, when in mid spell check, the 700 club came on with a timely and relevant story. Did you know one of the original Charley's Angels is now a Christian. I can rest easy tonight. Thanks Pat, my check's in the mail.

Big finale or big freakin flop

The following time line from end to start was picked up of msnbc it is amazingly funny which is more than I can say for the script of tonights 2 hour crap o thon. The best part for me was the end, because it was over. Seriously I liked that whole little idols sing with their idol thing. At any rate here is the msnbc blogger run down. READ FROM THE BOTTOM UP!

9:55: Well, really both of them will make television history because the second-place finisher will -- oh never mind, it's CARRIE! Which we predicted, but it's nice to see anyway, because she legitimately seems stunned, and looks a bit like every Miss America winner ever as she sobs and carefully touches her eyes.

9:54: The judges. Randy babbles. Paula gushes. Simon recycles his line about America getting it right by agreeing with him. A very tall accountant guy announces that 500 million votes have been received over the season.

9:53: And...we're back. Heh, they're hyping the Marquis Jet card, which was the subject of a task on "Apprentice" a season back. You go, "Idol," cram in those product placements!

9:45: Bo Bice with who else but ... Lynyrd Skynyrd, and what else, but "Sweet Home Alabama." The audience goes nuts for the "in Birmingham we love the governor" line, which has always creeped me out a little bit, then goes dead silent for "Watergate does not bother me," since Watergate was probably 15 years before most people in the room were born. Wow, how many members are in Skynyrd these days, anyway? Oh wait, they just brought everyone back out on stage. There are now 12 minutes left in the show, so it's time to ... go to commercial! I have to admire how they can take the reading of one name, which is really all they have to do tonight, and stuff two hours of show around it. Parodies! William Hung! Bad auditioners! Babyface! Hasselhoff! Randy babbling! The Osmonds! Matt Rogers! Mikalah! Random Southern mayors! Crunk teeth! Don't let anyone tell you this show doesn't have it all.

9:43: Lindsey, Mikalah, and Babyface? Oh, Lindsey is just all over the place with the warbling and the random notes, there. Oh wait, that was Mikalah. That's OK, really, this is quite skippable.

9:42: Vonzell and Billy Preston. You know, Carrie is lovely, but Vonzell is drop-dead gorgeous. I have nothing bad to say about this pairing, because it's kind of awesome.

9:39: Scott and Nikko with George Benson. Singing "On Broadway," perhaps in a dig to Scott's delusions of grandeur that he was Broadway-bound. Scott is walking like he has huge lifts on the bottom of his shoes or something. However, George Benson is rocking out. More George!

9:37: Constantine, Jessica, Nadia and Kenny Wayne Shepherd. Who may be available for your next event, according to this. No really. Birthday parties, bat mitzvahs, Christmas parties, call him. Constantine really, really wants to be Steven Tyler here.

9:35: Anthony and Anwar with .. Kenny G. Well, he might just be their Idol, so who am I to knock them? And Anwar is still rocking the dreadlocked ponytail look.

9:32: The finalists perform an "all-star" medley "with their own Idols." Which means Carrie and Martina McBride, right? OK, no. Couldn't get Martina. We got Rascal Flatts, though! Carrie actually does quite a pretty duet with the RF guy. Can I call you "Rascal"? Although every time she says "that God blessed the broken road" she says it like "that guy blessed the broken road."

9:21: They're spoofing the ABC "Primetime Live" special about Paula Abdul and Corey Clark, which is ... not the worst idea ever. "We never let the truth get in the way of our ratings," they brag. Get it? They're saying the "Primetime Live" special was ... all about the ratings. Because this show would never do anything for ratings, being pretty much as close to a pure PBS-style documentary as you can get. Although I give them credit for the bit where they ask Randy if anyone ever scripted his lines, and then cut to a couple of clips of him stammering his way through criticism of some poor singer. At least they had the good sense to mock one of the stupidest parts of the ABC special, the fact that Corey Clark named a song "Paula-tics." Wow, this is just going on and on. Randy wears a "buy my CD' T-shirt. Take that, Corey Clark! And the producers fuss "Where are we going to find something who knows as much about music as Simon?" So they call...William Hung. Raise your hand if you saw that one coming. William Hung hasn't had nearly as much time on-air this season as the crunk-teeth guy, and you know he has it in his contract that that cannot happen.

9:08: "Idol" loves the bad auditioners. So far, the rejects have gotten more time than Bo and Carrie combined, it seems. Reel of bad auditions. Goatee guy. Braxton guy. Five-point-nine percent guy, who looks even thinner in front of that huge photo of Ruben. "Sweet Music" guy. Las Vegas psychic. Guy who thinks he sings like Brian McKnight. LeRoy, who got waaaaay too much time for his 15 seconds of crunk-teeth fame. When Adam met Dirk. Man, I just feel like I've seen all these bad auditioners ten times each across the season, don't you? There's a point where you realize that not that many people can be delusional about their talents, they knew a bad song would get them on TV, and the show bought that for a dollar. And ... Adam and Dirk are in the audience, and I'm sure they weren't embarrassed by that little film clip at all. And they bring out David Hasselhoff, because the show's not getting any fresher, so why not? The 'Hoff looks a wee bit like a younger Donald Trump these days. Wow, that burned a generous 9 minutes off the clock.

9:02: Bo medley. Are they going to say that his real name is Harold? And that he got the nickname "Bogart" as a kid from supposedly looking like Humphrey? Apparently not, but they are showing him carrying the mike stand around. I'm sure that footage was hard to come by.

9:01: Of course, they play the Osmonds' "Little Bit Country, Little Bit Rock and Roll." Now a medley of Carrie singing "Independence Day," which seems to be her favorite song. And I can't even argue with that, I don't love country, but she almost makes me like it here.

8:56: Time to roll the credits! We must be done, good night all! Oh, wait. We're only halfway through. And Carrie and Bo are going to sing the truly awful "Up Where We Belong." Oh, OK, I liked it when "Officer and a Gentleman" came out. In 1982. Aw, and at the end, Carrie lays her head on Bo's shoulder, tres sweet. Is Bo wearing leather pants? And Carrie a green satin slip? Hey, they both win cars, and Carrie shrieks like she's on "The Price is Right."

8:53: Let's embarrass more sad sack auditioners! The poor girl singing the national anthem is certainly not the worst singer who has ever tried out for this show, although she is YELLING and doesn't quite KNOW THE WORDS. Is this really necessary? Oh, and now they bring the real girl out, with a fancy dress on and highlights in her (now combed) hair. What an odd bit.

8:47: Time for more flashbacks, we still have an hour to kill.Remember Regina, who pawned her wedding ring to get on the show? Remember the mom who was more excited than her son? Yeah, yeah, we remember. Are there people named Carrie and Bo still on this show? Forgot about them for a minute.

8:46: Matt Rogers in Oklahoma with Carrie's oldest fan and a tiny little dog. I don't even get this. Seacrest tells Simon "your segment has been the worst on the show." Well, yeah, but he didn't wear the boa or coach the kid/old man/dog. You can blame him for a lot, but maybe not for this.

8:42: Time for the Simon Ego Demonstration. You're still missing nothing, really. Now Simon comments on Bo seeming uncomfortable last night, saying Carrie handled things better and she'll win. I think he's right on both, although Bo's nerves were almost imperceptible to me. Simon campaigns for a co-host...Matt Rogers. No! But Brian Dunkleman might be available. They cut to LaToya in her hot-pink boa. Simon accuses her of being drunk, which is exactly what I was thinking. Some little Alabama kid yells a question into the mike, something about "reverse psychology." Yeah, that kid came up with that on his own. What a weird segment. The kid asks a nonsensical question, Simon says it's nonsensical, and the kid yells it again. Someone's drunk, that seems possible.

8:41: And...roll the medley of "Idol" car commercials! No really, you can stay in the kitchen, pop some popcorn or whatever. You're missing nada.

8:36: Seacrest magically materializes in Paula's dressing room. Yikes! Her hair looks nice, though, I'll give her that. She dogs Simon for thanking America for agreeing with him last night, which...whatever, I know this is all staged and stupid, but either she's saying that Bo and Carrie don't belong in the final two, or she's saying that Simon was right. So he's got that going for him. But again, why do I care? The stagey interplay between the judges is one of the many things that could get tossed out the window on this show and no one would miss it, not even whatever poor writer has to script it.

8:30: Seacrest takes viewers on a tour of the judges' dressing rooms, which are the size of small apartments. Randy Jackson's white shoes would have fit right in in the opening medley with the ice-cream style suits. Oh sheesh, now they're discussing the Simon-Paula relationship, complete with footage of open-mouthed kisses. Yikes. If you need a bathroom break or to refill your beverage, now would be the time.

8:22: Carrie drinking a product-placed beverage. She is a lovely girl, but why did they make her put her hair in a curly-fry machine before the show? She laughs at one Oklahoman with a "Marry Me, Carrie" sign. If only she knew how many emails we got asking for her phone number. (We don't know it! Don't email us!) Matt Rogers? Why did they bring him back? Time has not been good to him. Seacrest cracks that Rogers has been to the tanning bed. Yeah, something. Carrie sings, finally. The crimped hair doesn't actually look that bad. She sings "Angels Brought Me Here," and seems a little more nervous than when she sang it last night, jumping up and down in one spot quite a bit. But her voice is strong and as much as I hate this song, she handled it well. The costumers must have been down with the country casual vibe though, with the jeans and red plaid jacket. Not that Bo was dressed up either.

8:15: A completely unstaged visit with Bo in his dressing room! Is LaToya in Birmingham, or is she at Mardi Gras? Whoops, LaToya just called him "Bo Brice." Hear that, Alabama? Every day in Alabama is Bo Bice Day! Everyone, get a mike stand and carry it around with you! And on to Bo doing "Vehicle," which I'm actually starting to like, he's done it so many times. And if he could start selling Bo Bice creme rinse, he could make a mint and forget the music business, the man has gorgeous hair. Oh, right, the song. Well, he's done it three times now, and he knows his stuff. I wouldn't say this song knocks me out, but it shows off his voice well, and he gets to strut the stage and prowl and growl, so it was probably a good choice.

8:08: Flashback reel. Crazy people we don't know. National landmarks. That nutty guy (which one?). Bad outfits. Cows. Nuns. Mary Roach in her red shirt. 193 went to Hollywood? And we maybe saw...30? People crying. Mikalah screeching. The top 12. Audience sign: "Don't fire the phone-number guy!" Heh. Mikalah bites it (why so much Mikalah tonight?). Paula thinks everyone rules. And ... there we are, Bo and Carrie, finally. That was actually a relatively condensed season summary, by the standards of these kinds of shows.

8:06: Mikalah Gordon is their red-carpet interviewer? Her speaking voice just never got any better, did it? Constantine demonstrates the Maroulis Snarl. Bo looks like he just rolled out of bed.

8:05: Ryan Seacrest in a black suit. Not quite a tuxedo, but you know, close enough for Cowell. Lynyrd Skynyrd is here! Everybody get your lighters ready! Come on, Bo, "FREE BIRD"! I won't comment on the fact that Kenny G is also appearing.

8 p.m. ET: Finally, it begins! Oh, wait. They are kidding us with this, yes?The kids singing a '50s medley dressed up like ice-cream salespeople? Scott Savol in orange? Looks like a Seventeen magazine advertisement: Whites and brights are your clothing colors for summer '05, people! At least Anthony Fedorov got to wear blue pants (are those light jeans, or just light blue slacks?) instead of white pants. Heh, they give Constantine the rockin' (relatively speaking) "I Get Around" chorus. That whole medley reminded me of something I once saw on "The Simpsons."

When Sickey met Sally and Sally met Mommy

In the last week I have gone through 3 bottles of nyquil 2 boxes of tissues 4 gallons of orange juice, half a million mg's of vitamin C and a bunch of tylenol. Today I finally went to the doctor (more like my mom made me).

So I am sitting in the waiting room and this pleasant (which is a nice way of saying "not so attractive") blonde starts flirting with me. I was looking through the magazine's and picked up people to look at the cover. "Do you like people?" She said "No I am just looking for something to distract me until they call my name." Now I am not really interested in continuing a conversation with this girl so I pleasantly smile and go back to the newspaper article that I was reading. First of all I am not the flirt I used to be, even if I was given the state of my health I wasn't really "on my game." So we have established I didn't won't to interact with this girl and the fact that even I did, I was in no position to. But the most awkward thing about this whole not so romantic situation was my car was in the shop today and my mom drove me to the doctor and thus inevitably was sitting right next to me. In any other situation I would frustrated with my mothers "what was that honey?" Nothing says un cool like a "what was that honey" interruption mid flirt. All I can say is thank you mom. I took the awkward moment to reply "I'm going to run to the rest room and grab a tissue."

It's your typical
Guy gets sick, guy goes to doctor, guy meats girl, girl tries to flirt, guy is un interested, mom saves the day story. I smell Oscar winning screen play.

Grandma Says "Clean up your act!"

So this is the first time I'v been home since December. I am sick as a dog, and it was a long drive. On the way I saw a bunch of senior citizens on the side of the road picking up trash. Is this what the old people homes consider "recreation" what happend to shuffel board? Or was a group of geriatric psychopaths that got sent upstate 20 years ago for a life sentence and are to fragil to make licence plates. So next time you think about throwing that Coke bottle out the window picture your gandma pushing her walker around with a hefty bag taped to the front. Shame, shame, no cookies and milk for you young man. (or lady)

Bald and The Beautiful

Hey J. It's D. Can you do me a huge favor?
Sure
I forgot my sheet music for this recital, can you bring it?
Absolutely, I will be there as soon as I can

So I jumped in the care and headed for Potsdam. Driving about 7 miles over the speed limit so as to go fast but not get pulled over. Just as I pulled into town she called me again to check my ETA. Feeling the pressure I picked up the pace a little bit. I was on the back road near Crane's (the music school) loading dock, when this big bald biker looking guy with his ear rings and goatee started yelling and waving his hands. He was walking these two very large dogs, and I thought to myself oh no he looks really angry maybe I was going to fast. So I dropped of the music and when I got back to that street there he was again. I tried going the other way but my little blue car apparently caught his eye. "Is this guy like the ex-con king of the neighborhood watch or some thing?" He starts waving and yelling again. My first impulse is to gun it and get the heck out of there but I refrain for fear that he has my license plate # and connections to the mob. So I slowly turn around and roll down my window, making sure the fire dept. Symbol on my shirt is showing (like somehow its going to get me out of trouble). Here it comes, I am ready for the irresponsibility lecture. He says, "Son, you lost a hubcap back there." "I'll give you a hand finding it if you want."
That's It, I thought, all that anxiety for a hubcap. ( which we found and put back on).
The moral of the story is no matter what someone looks like and no matter what kind of preconceived notions you have about someone, bald people help each other out.

Appreciative Persons Appreciation Day

I was listening to the radio this morning and I heard this commercial for "Nurses Appreciation Day". Which is all well and good except for the fact that they were suggesting you get "the nurse you know" a massage, time in the tanning bed, or a basket full of oils, waxes and candles.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, first of all there has to be some sort of sexism in there. Secondly I'm not even sure I would suggest getting your girlfriend that kind of stuff let alone your local nurse. I'm pretty sure Liz Nordburg (a young lady from my church who is a nurse) would be a little creeped out if I bought her a 25 dollar tanning certificate and Hallmark card, not to mention how her military fiance' might respond. That's one beating I won't be needing.

What if "that nurse you know" is a guy? I'm not sure I'd know what to do with a basket full of scented oils and cucumber melon candles. (Although I do love the cent of cucumber melon.) I am just glad we have a "nurse appreciation day" at all. I mean without it we might never appreciate our nurses. This appreciation day thing is fantastic. For all of those inconsiderate jerks, there is now a calendar full "appreciation" days, reminding them of all the little people.

Secretaries day
Nurses Day
Grandma and Grandpa Day
Mothers Day
Fathers Day
Guy (person) who flips burgers at a fast food restaurant Day
Teachers Day
Waiters and Waitress Day
Custodian appreciation week (one of my favorites)
Emergency Workers Day
Guy who squeegees your window at the gas station Day
Kids who hang out on the corner day (we can't forget what an important role in society they play)
Men who still live with their mothers day
I am still single at 30 so I guess I'm celibate day (which is also the same as Star Wars/ Star Trek- fan appreciation day.

So don't forget to stop by the Hallmark section in your local Kinneys. Right Aid, or CVS today.
And by the way Aug 15 is (this) Blogwriters appreciation day.

j.

Not your average Jason

One day, a friend generously let me know his username and password. He implied it was for proofing purposes, but you know how these things go. Proofing or intruding, what's the difference?

So here I am, sneaky me. I've always wanted to post anonymously on someone else's blog and now I am! But now that I'm really here, I can't think of anything terribly smart or even comparable to J's bit of wit and whimsy. I pale in comparison to him - though not to his shorn head; I'm at least a little darker than that thing.

Finals

2 down
2 left

Mother's Day (half truths and lame excuses)

I was going to bake a cake, but the dough would not rise
I tried to come home, but it's a very long drive.
I thought of sending flowers but the box was to small.
I pondered sending chocolates, but then I ate them all.

I attempted to pen a poem, but my words were very trite.
I would try sing a song but my pitch is off just slight.
I will call you on the phone for I get weekends free.
I will tell you that I love you and thank's for raising me.

Mothers are a woderful thing, and mine is no exception. She has done so much for me, especially in the last few years. Besides the usual drule wiping and diaper changing there has been so much more. She disciplined when it was necessary but always in love and respect never anger. In humility she used the testimony of her life as a warning for me not to follow in some of her paths. She passed on her creative abilities, (writing and things of the like), and some of her spiritual abilities, (pastoral heart for people). She gave me a balanced life in a world that is very unstable. She taught me how to enjoy "whatsoever state I am" literally and figuratively. She encourages me when I'm down and recieves encouragement when I am up. She sends me money when I'm broke and food when I'm hungry. She shows me how Jesus would love people and how the father loves His children.

I appreciate you mom, I love, respect, and honor you with all my heart.
May God bless you as you have blessed me and even greater still.
Mother and friend, counselor and teacher.
I love you MOM

love your son,
j.

p.s.
In case it wasn't implicit, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

PC, TV, CD, &LG Have you met my friends?

It's friday afternoon and my apartment is empty. A normal person would be thrilled to have a little peace and quiet. Not me. No. Instead I "invited" all my "friends" over. So now that I have the TV on (muted), Cd's in the stero, the computer on, and I'm talking to Lori on the phone, my sanguine depravity has been quelled. I am having a party with fuzzy espn (we are not suppose to get espn on our tv but it comes in with distorted sound and faded color, 90's alternative rock ( sugar ray, smash mouth, vertical horizon, and three doors down), and the world wide web. All I can say is it's a good thing rent includes utilities. Between the 40 min it takes to regulate the water temp, and the fact that there is no thermostat in our apartment. Cost efficient is not exactly how I would describe our living situation. Which reminds me does any one know a house cleaner that will work for ramin noodles or hamburger helper (Minus the hamburger). Our place could use a good spring cleaning but I can't really afford to hire anyone for cash.

Speaking of cash, for the last 2 months the insurance companny has been over-charging for the last two moths by 70$. I faxed them the info they need to fix the problem like 4 times. SO finally I drove 15 min to my agents office today with hard copies, because my bill is due tomorrow. I get there and my agent is "out to lunch". They tells me she faxed the error report and adjustment sheet this morining. Amazing I had been trying to take care of this for 3 weeks and finally on the day I get a chance to drive out there she just happened to take care of it that morning. I still ended up paying 70$ to much. How hard is it to not charge me the wrong ammount (oh no did he just use a double negative>) I don't understand it. Somehow if your not over 30 and married, you have a tato on your head that says "take advantage of me, its easy" that only corporations can see. Notice those who are in my age group are called young "people". Because they need to remind themselves that we are actually people, it's the same reason country is the only genre that is suffixed with "music" because otherwise we would forget. We all know what a shame that would be.

j.

You Might Be A Geek If ... You Own The "Yoda Does Elvis" CD

Star Wars periphenalia is everywhere these days in anticipation of the upcoming episode three release. I am not putting down any of you who might be fans, but let me set a warning. Don't be a freak!
I have put together a list of ways to tell if you are a freak, geek, or fanatic.

1. You live in your Mom's basement, your walls are covered in posters, and you "collected" all the "action figures" (i.e. little plastic dolls) that have ever come out.
2. You try to impress girls and get them to go out with your vast knowledge of SW trivia.
3. You named your first kid Hann, and she hates it.
4. There is a darth vader bobble head on your dash board that says "I am your bobble its true."
5. You went to the last Star Wars convention and you wore a storm trooper costume you bought on eBay with all the money you saved working at the comic store.
6. The license plate or your 86 LeBaron says "xwng-1"
7. You tried using "the force" on your last exam.
8. You can quote all 6 movies ver batum while doing an interpretive dance in a tu-tu (I mean jedi costume).
9. You "pimped" your Dodge omni out and made it look like a scale melenial falcon. Complete with life sized stuffed chewbaca.
10. You read the last nine points and didn't laugh because you though "that would be sooooo awesome."

j.

Mario Mario Wherefore Art Thou Mario?

Crawling around his parent’s attic looking through boxes he finally found what he was looking for. He walked through our apartment door and said, “Bro check it out, look what I brought back from the house.” As I checked out the box I started to feel all nostalgic. I began to remember the glory days of my childhood. The late eighties, a time of terminators, bad hair, neon clothes, and of course super Mario brothers. The item in the box was an original 1985 NES (Nintendo) box, complete with games and paddles. “Sweet”, I replied. At any rate for the last 2 weeks I have had a steady dose of Mario 1, 2, and 3. Quite enjoyable as it may be, these games have left me baffled. It’s called “Super Mario Brothers” You have Super Mario and Luigi the brother. Why does Mario get to be super and poor Luigi is just the brother? If I were Luigi I would be a little upset. Although maybe the fact that he was tall and skinny instead of short and fat was a little consoling. I pondered this for a while until someone suggested that they were both “Super” supposing Mario was their last name, and each individual was his own Super Mario. OK, I’ll buy that, Mario and Luigi Mario. Can we get any more stereo typical? They might just as well have called it “The Greasy Italian Brothers” or the “Not all Italians are in the mob in fact some of us like to save princesses and eat mushrooms” Brothers. What are two plumbers from Brooklyn doing in that strange world of goombas and warp tubes any way? And what’s with all the “magic” mushrooms? I know eating your vegetables is important but the idea of being turned from a midget into a fat Italian and then being sucked down a big green pipe sounds a little shady to me. And “flower power”, what’s up with that? Use this flower to throw flaming meatballs at ducks with turtle shells. That is brilliant. Given Super Mario’s abundant use of hidden drug references, improper courtship relationship with the princes, racial stereo typing, and annoying sound track, not to mention all the precious time it wastes, I have deduced “Mario is of the devil.” So go ahead get out that old school NES and show em how it’s done. But don’t come crawling to me when you’re a hungry deprived drug addict who hates Italians and shelled ducks and enjoys throwing flaming meat balls at innocent bystanders. I wonder if Nintendo intended Mario to be part Jewish as well. Seriously, anyone who collects coins for extra life must be a little Jewish. Maybe Mario is not so bad after all.
j.