Going back in time

It's already Thursday, and this cold that has tied us down all week is starting to make me anxious. The bronchitis-like cough I've developed keeps me from doing other social things such as going to bars or seeing Alice in Wonderland, and the social stigma of going on a coughing fit in public still stings from middle school. Yet, back in Austin with my newfound belongings that I saved from being donated to our yard sale, my Super Nintendo is in the house and Jake is already wearing it out. I brought a few basic games- Super Mario, The Simpsons Game and Mortal Kombat- but even I can admit, this isn't a well-rounded collection. So Jake and I headed out to Game Over Videogames to try to see if we couldn't scrounge up any more sentiment from our childhood idletime. What we went for was entertainment. What we got was Shaq.

The last time I felt this dirty messing with a celebrity's product was when I bought dinner at Planet Hollywood in Orlando, but at $5.99, I couldn't say say no to the superstar. I'm a little disappointed in myself, I must say, but it is reaffirming to see that even in 1994, when such masterpieces like Speed and Ace Ventura were gracing movie shelves, that kitschy ill-developed products were still gracing the world with their presence.

But the sun came out today, so I reckon I'll have to catch up with Shaq another time.