A Lazy Day

Nothing much happened today. I went to church for the worship team where I played bass and got me some righteous blisters. The queen picked the princesses up from her parents' house, and from there, we all spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing. I mostly worked on uploading our music to the Amazon cloud player so all our kindled have a more than complete library of pretty much every piece of music we have ever owned. It is awesome. We took that faulty faulty Abe Lincoln movie back and swapped it for Dark Knight Rises. It was pretty pretty good.

We're distinctively back into our movie watching again, I think. Of course, I have a list.

Date Night

I do not wish to be remiss in keeping this as a sort of journal of things that happen, so on Saturday night, the queen and I had a date night. We do not take many of these because we are rather selfish of our time with the princesses but my in-laws offered to keep them overnight so we decided to accept their offer and enjoy the evening. We started with a long talk about life and things of that nature which is something we do not often get to do with the princesses around. We moved on from there to dinner at Olive Garden, which holds some significance for us as we had some of our earliest dates there. We moved on to some therapeutic shopping time for the queen, which is considerably different without the children as she can roam and explore more freely without the extra "help." This and a couple of frappuccinos from the Starbucks conveniently located inside Target moved the evening along nicely.

From there, we attempted to go bowling, but they were having their glow bowl where you pay for the three hours or not at all. As we only wanted a game or two, we left, grabbed a movie and went home. I let the queen pick and she chose Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, which, despite the problems with the bluray, was a pretty decent movie. Overall, it was a very good evening, and I do look forward to many more years and many more dates with her.

The helicopters

One thing I have wanted for  time now is an RC helicopter primarily because an RC car always seemed to hit something on ground level to hang it up. So I figured a helicopter would have less trouble flying about. I had the good fortune of receiving not one but two helicopters of different sizes and purposes - one indoor and one outdoor. The outdoor one quickly proved why it was labeled as such when I had continual trouble flying it indoors. Something about the ceiling in the way. Once outdoors, however, I ran into enough trees that I busted both of the lower rotating props and was forced into a quest for replacements. Turns out that Radio Road Toys doesn't make readily available replacement props for its helicopters so I had to get creative. Found another company makes very similar style helicopters and also make easy to acquire replacement parts so I will be offering those when I get the money for it. Until then, I had used gorilla glue to hold one if the props together and will go to a local park to try it instead of my tree ridden user until I get the hang of flying it.

On the matter of the other helicopter, it was an indoor Air Hogs helicopter only a fifth of the size of the big one. It has taken a royal beating over the last few days and is holding up nicely. Gotten lots of flying practice in preparation for the big one.

As an added bonus, the little one scares the deal out of my large black dog. That was funny.

Another Gift

So we went to Hobbytown USA at 71st and Memorial after lunch to see about another gift for my brother. We had checked this place out a few days ago when we were looking for replacement propellers for a helicopter that I'd gotten for Christmas and promptly broke the propellers on, but more on that later. There, we found an N scale crane car set that he liked and got that for him. Also there we met a guy who knew us from the old neighborhood on 14th St called Allen Crow. I didn't doubt he knew us cause I forget a lot of people and he not only remembered by brother but our next door neighbor, Matt. Wish I had a better memory sometimes for that sort of thing. I have a great memory so much of the time. Oh well.

Another shot at this

Today, I am going to try updating as I go. It is my brother's birthday and every year, we go to Ollie's Station Restaurant to celebrate. Ollie's is always a hit or miss on the food, and this time, it was marginal. I had gotten their buffet which was ok. We had gotten him a Nerf Hailfire gun which we learned he had gotten for Christmas so we're off to find something else. We got him a hot wheels car though which is what every 36 year old wants, don't you know.

We also found that Rock Girl's super power is falling down, but she claims that the Silents do it. She never sees it coming, and doesn't remember it later. I think she's just clumsy.

Day 7

Well, it has been interesting to see how my mind has reacted to my new refusal to snooze the alarm. First, I have pretty much settled into taking ten minutes to even acknowledge the alarm clock meaning as soon as the alarm goes off, my brain shuts off listening to it for a bit, like snoozing in advance. Second, since Monday, my mind has also worked to convince me that I have already snoozed it, and that having blown it, I might a well come back to bed. I am refusing this since I give my rational mind long enough to wake and note that I do not remember actually snoozing it. I have always managed to at least remember doing this. Third, and this is the weirdest of them all, I dream about sleeping. I dream about snoozing the alarm clock and going back to bed. I have dreamed about oversleeping and not caring about it.

When I think about this, it makes some level of warped sense. Major detractors to breaking any habit involve the brain finding comfort in routine. Any break in that routine, no matter whether that break is for better or worse, is met with stark rebellion from the subconscious mind. Well, I am depriving the mind of extra sleep, and I've worked this snooze thing to an art. I can shut off the sound of the alarm clock for several minutes, which is why i've always had more than one alarm clock. The hope was that the different sounds would mess with my head and I'd get up. No, turns out I can block them all out. The most effective thing I do is turning the alarm off. I am too tired to care about resetting it.

The one thing I have found I need to do is something. That's not a placeholder for my train of thought, that is a literal something. It could be watching a movie or writing this blog. It just needs to be something for me to focus on while I try to wake up after denying my subconscious the sleep it thinks it needs. Otherwise, I will simply move from location A to location B and snooze out again.

I'm sure this all must seem very silly, but any habit is significant to the person who has it. Whether you like it or not, everything you do routinely is a habit (we just normally call it a routine, because hey, we like synonyms for stuff). I routinely go to work Monday thru Friday. I routinely drive a certain path every day. I routinely put on my pants and tie my shoes a certain way. If you always do something, then congratulations, you have a habit. We don't think of it that way because the word habit tends to get a negative connotation associated with biting fingernails, spitting, and smoking (among lots of other things). However, by definition, any routine is a habit right down to the time you ALWAYS go to bed.

So 7 days down, 59 to go. I am surviving this, and I'm sure my mind will start to rebel more fiercely as I move on.

Day 2

Hm. I'm maintaining my definition of this habit to form/break to be me getting up with the alarm in the morning, and most importantly, not snoozing it to crawl back into bed. Yesterday, I noticed that it took 15 minutes for me to get from my bed to the alarm clock. This morning, it was 30 minutes. I do not recall myself getting out of bed to snooze it prior to the moment that I turned it off. I am certain I did not previously snooze it, but it seems off that I would have both allowed this first alarm to go for 30 minutes without hearing it as well as not hearing the 2nd alarm that also goes off within that time frame. This makes me wonder how subconscious my little problem is.

I believe that continuing to notate my progress on this blog will help me to get past the habit of snoozing. The person who invented the snoozable alarm clock was an evil genius. "5 more minutes" for me has translated into more than an hour before. If I can keep going on this, I will be cured of my snoozing problem by December 1st or so. Blow it a single day and my 66 days resets. This snoozing problem has cost me hundreds in lost overtime because I couldn't get out of bed on time. It contributed to my losing one of my jobs before. I need to kick the habit.

2 of 66. 1/33 of the way there. Not sure how encouraging that is.

Sonnet V

V:
The darkness wraps itself around the house
Again it comes, the sanctity of night
The quiet comes now for the man and spouse
The breathing slows and all the world is right
And then to sleep she wants to hear his voice
She says she finds it soothing and sublime
And long ago she found her tale of choice
It always starts with once upon a time
Though she prefers romance, this story's not
Instead it is a tale of elves and rings
Of hobbits, dwarves and men and lots of plot
Of towers, councils, orcs, and missing kings
Why should she wish to hear a tale so deep?
Cause every time, it puts her right to sleep.

Sonnet IV

IV:
Oh what a joyous feeling to be loved
To find myself in someone's realm of need
To think by me someone could be improved
And in a marriage I'd somehow succeed
Sometimes it's hard for me to understand
That I'd be so important to your soul
And still you know your wish is my command
So I can be the part that makes you whole
I'd always heard the two would become one
I never really thought of what that means
But what our God has made can't be undone
Which means we are a pair like geeks and queens
The world can run while we are standing still
I find I need you too and always will

Day 1

Yesterday, I read an article on cracked.com (I love their articles, by the way - informative and witty) where it covered various ways that our brains prevent us from breaking bad habits or starting new ones. One of the more interesting pieces of information to come out of that article was something measurable: 66 days. I don't know what it is about 66 days that allows someone to start or stop a habit, but I worked out the numbers and that comes out to right around the 1st of December from here. I thought about my various habits and what I would want to break and I came up with something that has plagued me for years, and gotten me into quite a bit of trouble. That would be oversleeping.

You know how this scenario goes, whether with you or someone you know. The alarm goes off. ou hit the snooze and keep sleeping. That's the purpose of the snooze button. I take this to an epic level. I can snooze an alarm clock for more than an hour before finally getting out of bed. I'll even ignore the buzzing of the alarm clock for a time before even responding to it. We all have habits to break, but I think this, for me, is the biggest one. If I could get a handle on, specifically, waking up with the alarm clock, I would be a better person for it.

So this morning is day one. The night was rough to begin with since there was a storm, and our scardy-cat 70 pound lab-german shepherd was whimpering all night due to the thunder. This made me wake up multiple times during the night, but my criteria is to awaken when the alarm clock goes off, rather than responding to the whimpering. I'm not sure if I succeeded or not. I have a blur of a memory where I might have snoozed it once, but it's not certain. Again, rough night.

So I got up with it, to the best of my recollection, and rather than snoozing it, I just turned it off. This act has served before to force me to stay up, so I figured I'd employ it now. It took me probably thirty minutes before my mind reached a decent cognitive state, which is fine in this early stage. My brain wanted nothing more than to go right back to bed. It tried. Oh, how it tried. But I prevailed today. Only 65 days to go before it should be a new habit.

I just have to make sure to kill the alarm for Saturday morning. Even one day's slip can ruin the entire process according to the article, so if I forget to unset the alarm for Saturday morning, I will have to wake up bright and early Saturday.

I also figured another habit that would be decent is writing on this blog, and since I'm endeavoring to get up earlier, I thought I'd type to give myself something firm to do. Here we go.

Sonnet III

III:
What can I do without you in my life?
I find the stars above don't shine as bright.
What can I do without you in my life?
The day descends too quickly into night.
How could I live without you in my world?
The colors fade to grey before my eyes.
How could I live without you in my world?
The beauty all around me slowly dies.
For you within my arms I'll always hold
I'll never let you stray, I'll keep you close
I'll gaze into your eyes till we are old
So that you'll know it's only you I chose
I'll always keep you here and still repeat
That only within you am I complete

Sonnet II

II:

I do not need to write another song

I do not need to write another book

Because I've never want to take that long

And those things always need a second look

So what I want is something I can give

To you before the moment passes by

And also something that you can relive

And that you know I never will deny

For all of time and space cannot compare

To what within our world that we have made

The world cannot dissolve the love we share

Like time itself can never be delayed

No matter what the future has in store

Together we will stand forevermore

Sonnet I

I've taken to writing some sonnets for the Queen. As I rarely post anything interesting, I figure I'll share these for anyone who happens to drop by. It'll give a more consistent update pattern while I do it. I'm a Geek of many things, and I've found this form of writing is very refreshing and mentally stimulating, and I know the Queen doesn't mind being my muse at all.

I:

I have to think about the things to say
For all the things, they rest within my heart
For when I write, I tend to lose my way
And it's so hard to find a place to start
Is it just love that keeps us moving on
A simple feeling and a simple thought
I know sometimes I can be so withdrawn
And never tell you everything I ought
I know the things I feel within my soul
What more could I say that has not been said
And I could say that these are things you know
And that I've meant them since before we wed
Still you can know that all my words are true
I always have and always will love you

Doctor Who

I realized I have yet to say anything about the series we've been collectively watching for over a year now. (EDIT: I found I actually posted about it back in January, but hey, I've slept since then. This is a different post than that one.) I introduce it that way, because I remembered watching Doctor Who on PBS Saturday nights when I was younger, and I discovered the 2005 revived series on Netflix, and I talked everyone into sitting down to watch it to see how it would go. I knew nothing about the revival until I found it on Netflix. I figured if everyone would have a chance of getting into the series, starting with today's version would be it.

Well, the princesses and the Queen completely loved it. We ripped through the 5 seasons that were on Netflix at the time, watched the DVDs for the first half of series 6, and then watched the second half of series 6 weekly as they came out. But what to do after we had gotten all caught up with the series as it stood? After all, we learned that the 2005 Doctor was the ninth incarnation. I watched Doctors 3-6 when I was growing up.

Well, Doctor Who started in 1963, so the logical conclusion was for me to get ahold of every existing episode of Doctor Who and we started at episode 1. I had not seen most of the first Doctor episodes and none of the second, so I was honestly really looking forward to this. We watched An Unearthly Child last July or August, I believe, and we've been steadily plugging along ever since. Series 7 finally started for Doctor number 11, and we've reached the end of the classic series' season 20 with the fifth Doctor in our other watching. That's right. We've been watching Doctor Who steadily for over a year now, and we've yet to repeat an episode. I'm thoroughly enjoying though, since I saw any of these episodes only once when I was young, so I'm getting a lot more out of them now. Once we finish them all, I'll feel free to watch whichever whenever, but for now, I'm patiently watching with everyone else. I'm really chomping at the bit for Doctors 7 & 8 which I've also never seen.

The plan for our TV series watching is to watch all of Doctor Who all the way through to whichever episode is the most recent so the Queen and Princesses can rewatch the new series (which they like far more than the classic, anyway) in the context of the adventures of the 8 Doctors that came before it. Many of those episodes will take on entirely new meanings when you know what came before. The episode entitled 'Dalek', for example, I noted had a completely different meaning for me than the girls. After all, I knew the Daleks before we started. I knew who they were to the Doctor. I knew how he reacted to them. The girls had never seen a Dalek before (I'm so sorry - don't judge me). To them, this was just another story. So watching that episode, in particular, in the context of 7 Doctors worth of Dalek stories (the 8th Doctor only had one on-screen story, and that did not involve the Daleks) will mean something different. The Master also makes an appearance in the new series, and the girls didn't know him either. Well, they do now.

Anyway, once we finish with Doctor Who in its entirety, we will move on to Star Trek, which they also have not seen. The plan there is to watch 38 specific episodes of the original series, movies 2, 3, 4, and 6 and the all of the Next Generation along with its movies. I never got much into the other series, but they're all on Netflix if the girls feel the need.

I am happy they like Doctor Who so much, though. I enjoyed it thoroughly growing up, and often pretended that our tire gauge was a sonic screwdriver. It looked just like the third and fourth Doctor's version of it. They play Doctor Who with their Barbies. At least one Ken doll is the Doctor and the others play the various companions. Oh, and they love the Daleks. Go figure.

Rehearsal and Google

Two things come to mind for today. Google and last night's rehearsal.

What's up with Google? Well, they've been doing this thing where they're taking over various websites and implementing this sort of standardization of the logins across all of them. This login standardization is wreaking havoc with my logins because I had accounts on all these different sites before Google got to be a part of them. I did not always use the same email address when setting them up, so passing between these sites is nothing short of a chore. For instance, blogspot was not always a Google property, but Google adsense was. So I had a Google adsense account under my home email address, but this blog is actually setup under a completely separate email address to preserve its rather transparent anonymity. Then Google acquired blogspot. Adsense is an actual deal you can put on the blog, but since this blog is under a different email address than my adsense, I can't do that.

Even worse than that, though, Google acquired Youtube, and recently killed all the old logins to favor the email address it was setup under. It linked this email address to any other Google properties that also use that address. YouTube had my home address as the contact, so it linked that to the adsense stuff along wth the other Google stuff there. Where it gets really complicated is the Queen uses the home address for her Facebook login where I use yet another email address for mine. When Google came up with +, I figured it would be good to just use the same email addresses for that (not that we ever use it). Oh, and did I mention that I had used that home address on a completely different blogspot account to write some stuff up once?

This means that Google has managed to make a mess of my online life by trying to make it easier. In order to write this blog, I had to log out of the Queen's Google account (you know, cause it took the Google + account holder's name and made it the primary name) because I had logged into my YouTube account earlier today and login to this one. You could say I did it to myself, but at the same time, we share the home email address. This whole thing was only further complicated by the requirement of setting up a Google account for our Android phones and linking that to everything else.

Anyway, last night, I had my Wednesday night rehearsal for church. These days, I alternate between keyboard and bass, and last night I was on keys. We primarily worked on a single new song, but at the end of the rehearsal, the leader wanted to try playing through the song again on his electric guitar rather than his acoustic. He said anyone who wanted to go could go and anyone who wanted to stay could stay. Naturally, I wanted to stay because I like playing with people. I moved myself to piano to play the missing part since the piano player left as soon as she could get out the door.

It was very fun. It was just fun to just play because that's what it felt like. We decided we needed to get together and just jam, so he figured we'd wait till the first days of school wound down and maybe do something in the fall on a Saturday. I hope we can, because playing together when you're not cramming for a performance is invigorating.

Present Day 2012

My life has gone about as one might expect it to since the last post. Though I get older, I continue to play video games obsessively. I even created a list to ensure I work my way through almost 50 games one at a time without getting too distracted. My present games are Bioshock and Arc Rise Fantasia (along with Final Fantasy IV which I'm playing on my phone). I'm alternating between those two games because they are very different from each other, and I find I need a break from the claustrophobic first person shooter occasionally.

On Bioshock, I'm nearly done. On an 87 page walkthrough, I'm on page 77. I'll be following Bioshock with Gears of War 2. I'm primarily going through the games' storylines along with some basic sidequests for as long as I remain interested. This applied most definitely to Assassin's Creed Revelations and BAtman: Arkham City where the games complete their storylines and then allow you to continue working on sidequests almost indefinitely. With Arc Rise Fantasia, it's a game I borrowed from a friend of mine who insisted it was completely awesome. It's okay. A decent JRPG to offset the pounding from the shooter is nice.

I don't know if I have mentioned my 3 books, but they remain stagnant. No real movement online, nor have I found an agent to help publish them. I have pretty much determined the only reason is because I can't get anyone who can do this for me to read them. Everyone else, almost without exception, has liked them. And some of these are people who don't need to like anything I've done, nor do they need to tell me. But they do.

In addition, we've got a sort of summer movie marathon going with the Princesses to watch a bunch of movies they've never seen, and we've opened up the world of PG-13 to them all, as opposed to just Rock Girl, who just turned 13. They're really enjoying them, though the younger pair do occasionally hide their eyes from gross or scary parts.

Work is what it is. I continue to single-handedly support the programming side of several products in the company I work for. The powers that be have promised a few times to get me more help, but so far it has all come to naught. I have another new person to learn one part of my job, and we'll see how long she lasts.

We recently came off a vacation to Oklahoma City. On the way there (and back) we visited a store called Pops (http://route66.com/). Its claim to fame is having 600 varieties of soda pop. Yeah, who knew there were that many forms of liquid candy out there? My bright spot was that I finally got to try Bawls, the geek's choice of caffeinated beverage. The original flavor was really good, the cherry was ok, and I didn't like the sugar free. No aspartame, which was fine, but it used sucralose to try to sweeten it. My first thought was that it was some kind of beer. Another piece they did well was the hamburgers. Sure, burgers are burgers in most cases, but with these, you could actually tell they were hand made from the ground beef. No perfectly machine rounded burgers here. I don't mind rough edges on a burger at all. The restaurant is 90 minutes from home, but we'll have to visit again at some point. Long way to go for a burger and soda, but it was cool.

With the blog, I'm promising nothing, but as always, I would like to keep up with it. I once obsessed over trying to write something clever, but I think it would be better to simply write something. I'm not really promoting anything, nor am I really hoping for anything, so if I can remember to write about anything at all, I think that will be a good start.

So whatever I write might not be clever, insightful, or otherwise worth reading, but if I start somewhere, maybe I'll get somewhere else.

My Only Problem With The New Doctor Who

I love Doctor Who. I watched the show when I was growing up and fell in love with the concept of the Timelord going about universe in his antiquated time machine called the Tardis. Through reruns on our local station in Oklahoma, I saw most of the fourth doctor twice and everything from the third doctor through the sixth. We also taped most of those onto VHS and rewatched them, so I know a lot of Doctor Who. At the end of the sixth Doctor, OETA stopped running Doctor Who for awhile. I never saw any of the seventh Doctor and I also missed the movie in 1996. In fact, I was completely absent from the Doctor Who scene until last year, when I found the new Doctor Who episodes (from the series revival in 2005) on Netflix and decided to introduce my family to it.

We immediately loved it. We burned through all 5 series along with the specials on Netflix and got the first half of series 6 and watched it all before the second half ran late last year. Once we got through the new series, I took everyone back to the beginning and we've been watching all of the classic episodes beginning with the first Doctor (many of the first and second Doctor episodes I had never seen either). In fact, we only recently reached the classic season 10, which is where my parents' VHS records begin.

The two series are quite different. The original was written as long serial stories, and while they have clever plots and such, many of them move very slowly through the story. The new series keeps the action moving constantly, probably in order to cater to the faster paced MTV generation who can't sit still while the Doctor waxes philosophical. I still enjoy the originals and still find them engrossing in many ways, and the new one, with its superior special effects, speedier pacing, and long story arcs that tie multiple stories together serves the give the original a run for its money while acknowledging it as part of its history.

To put the two series into a sort of perspective on where we are, timewise: we just completed series 6 on the new series. The classic series ran for 26 seasons and the end of the 6th season saw the regeneration of the 2nd Doctor into the third. So while we're going into the 3rd series of the 3rd actor to play the Doctor in the new series, the classic had just started into its 1st season of its 3rd Doctor. Overall, the series is on its 11th Doctor, and the character acknowledges himself as such. This character also acknowledges bow ties and fezes as cool, so you can take that with a grain of salt.

However, there is one point in the new series that the original rarely had a problem with. We're dealing with a time traveler. This is someone who can go anywhere and anytime, and his only (personally imposed) limitation is not to cross his own time stream (though he has had occasion to break this rule). He does also meet other races, such as the Daleks, who also possess the technology to travel through time, and it is with the Daleks, among some other races, that the major breakdown occurs. In the original series, these guys were really the only offenders where the Doctor managed to always meet the Daleks (regardless of when he met them) after his previous adventure with them. While it seems reasonable for this to happen occasionally, you are dealing with meeting a race either before or after you met them before. You meet them multiple times that chances of always coming across them after the last time you met them seems more and more unlikely, yet it always happened that way.

The new series takes this one fault and multiplies it a hundredfold. In the new series, the Doctor has met exactly one character out of order, and that is just their individual plot to do so. EVERYONE ELSE has met the Doctor in his personal chronology, no matter what year he meets them, and there are races he runs into across many different times. But no matter when he meets them, they always know about the last adventure or conversation. This apexed, as it were, when all the Doctor's enemies banded together and in around 100AD (who knows why that date, but ok), they catch him. This means that all of those races would have to have a) possessed time travel and b) communicated together to meet at the same time and place. These races would have different present times, so having them all communicate and then meet at a time in their far distant pasts seems bizarre.

The point where this idea hit rock bottom was when the Doctor desired to visit Brigadier (ret.) Lethbridge Stewart, who is considered a companion of the third Doctor (along with the 2nd, 4th, 5th, and 7th) despite having never traveled with him in the Tardis. The Doctor calls the place where he is staying and is informed that he died 3 months prior. Granted, actor Nicolas Courtney had actually died a few months prior to this episode, but within the "Whoniverse," the Doctor can simply set the controls back three months and visit his friend prior to his death.

I understand the need for continuity, but the point of bending time would be to create a sort of discontinuity. The one story that makes the most sense in context is River Song's who manages to meet the Doctor completely out of order to the point that he knows her future and she knows his...well, some parts of her know his, depending on which point in her life they meet.

Don't get me wrong, now. I love the show, and I'll keep watching it. Just felt like talking about that one thing.

Follow Up to the Xbox vs. Wii post

Well, I did get an Xbox for Christmas. I have since completed the first Assassin's Creed on it and play Skylanders on it (yes, I have at least one figure from each element, but I only bought them in stores for the retail; none of that scalping nonsense). I have since also completed Dead Space Extraction on the Wii, and I'm presently playing Zelda: Skyward Sword (27 hours in, I'm getting close to the end...I think). Having experienced the Xbox, has my previous opinion changed?

Not at all. They are both commendable systems that play different games in different ways. Zelda with the Xbox controls would be like Twilight Princess on the Gamecube. Sure, it'd have impressive visuals, but it would not be as interactive as it is on the Wii. It's a rather amazing game in how you play it. The Wii Remote controls the sword one to one, and you have to make some big swings to get the desired results; a flick of the wrist doesn't do it.

With the Xbox, I've decided to do some low level aerobics while playing since it involves sitting there with a controller, playing old-school style. Now, we do have the Kinect, and I have to move furniture to play that one, but for the majority of the nearly 2 dozen games I have (it's been out awhile and many of the classics are really cheap), I'll be physically idle with only my fingers getting a workout.

However, I will say I like both systems. The Xbox has some great games that I'm really looking forward to, and the graphics are amazing on my 1080p HDTV. The Wii remains the king of motion control and no fun is lost between them.