Wii Like To Play

You know that movie, The Wizard, where Fred Savage takes that video game savant on a cross-country trip for him to play in a tournament where they unveiled Super Mario Bros. 3? Well, I'm like the latter-day version of that video game wiz.

I know, that reference most definitely out dates a 15-month-old, but I'm worldly, dammit.

Back to the point, here: I can play me some Wii. My dad and John were playing NCAA Football '09 and I got in the mix. I can wield the Wii remote just as good as them. I'm thinking about becoming a pro gamer but I need a sponsor ... anyone willing to pay to have me sit in front of the TV all day playing video games?

My First Piece of Art

Behold, the first artistic renderings of Jack. With a mom who's an art teacher, it was only a matter of time before she tried to see what talent her womb had brought upon the world.

For my debut, I went with crayon as my medium of choice. You don't get quite the same rich colors as say with pastels or marker but hey, it's my first time and I'm 1 1/2, so just the fact that I even know the difference between a tonal drawing and a technical illustration should get me some slack.

As you can see, I decided to make something abstract. Me? I see a car hurtling toward an empty field, which of course, is supposed to signify our dependence on non-renewable energy sources. But if all you see are a bunch of squiggly lines, then that's your right. It's wrong, but it's your right.

I've been pondering my next piece and I'm thinking of doing some kind of installation work, preferably something where I can leave a lasting impression.

My Daddy suggests just leaving a dirty diaper in some public place, but I don't know. It seems a little too Matthew Ritchie for me, but I'm thinking about it.

Juice ... Not So Sure About That

Daddy had me try cranberry juice the other day. I'm not real sure about that. I think I like it but the bite at the end is killer. I think next time I'm going to drink it with an apple juice chaser or maybe I should remember to bite the lemon and lick the salt ... oh, wait, that's not this kind of juice, is it?