Upgrading is sweet, especially when it only costs $7.56.  I took my older version DS to Costco and returned it, using the excuse that “there is a single dead pixel on my screen, and while I’m returning it, I might as well get the new DS Lite.” It was shocking to find that the difference between the two DS bundles was under eight bucks.  I did a little happy dance right there in the check-out line.

Now my Ben and I both have DS Lites!  We’re in the process of moving to Oregon right now, and things tend to get pretty stressful when it comes to being approved for a loan, getting a job, selling a house and buying a new one.  On nights we can’t sleep because of all the stress, we simply whip out our DSes (which have found a cozy little home on the night stand) and lay in bed feverishly killing each other in Metroid or strategically running around dropping explosives in Bomberman.  New Super Mario Brothers makes for some great competitive action as well.  For some reason, Ben wins more games than I do in New Super Mario Brothers.  This is a new and peculiar dilemma, as I have consistently dominated him in every game we’ve played together since I was eleven.  The pattern has been constant over the years, and these new winnings have thrown a stick in my spokes.  I can only suppose that he is prevailing in New Super Mario Brothers because his DS accompanies him to work every day and he plays during breaks.

Enough about DS (I noticed a lot of recent Frag Doll blogs have been angled towards the DS and I really couldn’t help myself), do you want to know what I hope I never get?  Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.  I guess it’s not a disease I’m very likely to get since I don’t go into volcanoes or mines very often.  Although, I have always wanted to venture into a volcano just to see what goes on in there.  I’d imagine there’d be a topless hula party of some sort shaking up the place.  I’d probably resort back to my ninja heritage and do back flips off the wall before cracking down through the middle of the picnic table launching bowls of jello and potato salad into the air.  If anyone caught one of those bowls of delicious picnic table food, I’d recruit them to ninjaism quicker than a humming bird could say Pneumonoultramicronevermind.  Dang, it’s almost one in the morning.  Time for some intense Bomberman battles with Ben.