I'm a staunch defender of the 80's and all, but Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus" is the one thing that gets me going "what the hell was i thinking?!" I mean, in seventh grade i could recite the whole "1756 ... Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is born" thing. That piece of crap?

I didn't recount the closure of the "broken sewer pipe" episode. The city repairman did indeed arrive bright and early on a Monday morning a few weeks ago. When i returned home the job was done ... pretty much. The pipe in question has been replaced, and our house drains are now back in full working order, buuuuuut ... they didn't take too much time in repaving the wound they'd inflicted on our sidewalk and street. Instead of laying new concrete on the sidewalk (which in retrospect was probably wishful thinking), they simply put asphalt down over the hole in both the sidewalk and the street. So we've now got a black scar about a foot and a half wide and six feet long running from our front bushes into the road. I suppose i'll further research our city's services to see if we can request a more aesthetically pleasing finishing.

I bit my lip and faced my fears head on this evening, giving Shadow of the Colossus a whirl. While i'm not completely sold on the gameplay mechanics, there's only one thing i can say about the visuals. HOLY. SHIT. I defeated the initial colossus only when i was able to stop gawking at the beautiful effects and focus on deducing my foe's weak point. And how to reach it. I can't believe what Sony was able to pull off in the golden days of the PS2. It makes my mind boggle over what sort of engrossing experiences the PS3 has in store for me.

For those of you scratching your head over what the title of my previous post was referring to, rest easy ... my recently arrived seasons 1 and 2 box sets of Kids in the Hall have refreshed my memory of my favorite comedy troupe ever. The quote in question comes from Bruce McCulloch's angst-ridden heavy metal teenager. I'm about 2/3 of the way through the season 1 box set now, and have seen a good 5 or 6 sketches for the first time. Including a hilarious art school graduation speech by Scott Thompson's school of hard knocks tit painter Manny Coon. Oh, the wonder of the DVD age.