My how times have changed in the world of gaming.  I remember a time when buying a video game system would be the ultimate in bringing people together.  When can 8 grown ass men huddle around and spend hours staring into the virtual abyss of video games.  All I have to do is send a text message to a buddy with something like, “Madden?” and he knows exactly what I am talking about.  Well, these times seem to be behind us.  Nintendo Wii has divided my apartment in two.

Herein lies the dilemma.  My roomate is a Dr. , which is good because usually they can afford stuff that broke ass college kids cannot.  He made the ultimate purchase last december in acquiring a 56″ DLP Samsung Flat Screen HDTV.  All is well in the gaming world right?  Not a chance.  I have debated getting a Wii for sometime. I saw the Tiger Woods commercial with the Wii mote and I was hooked. Play golf with out putting on pants.?!  Finally, its all coming up Milhouse.  Like a retarded kid at the circus, I was all giddy when I told him we would be acquiring a new next-gen system.  No fucking way he said.  Umm, what?  It was like I was in prison and my cell mate told me I had to pee sitting down from now on. 

He then showed me the problem, people have been destroying their TV’s with these things. He directed me to a site, http://www.wiihaveaproblem.com/, where it seems he was not lying.  So basically, some 9 yr old kid with the dexterity of a drunk, greasy midget broke his stepdad’s tv has bedgrudged me of getting a wii.  Have the terrorists already won?

I called Circuit city, from where the TV was purchased, and oh by the way, if you plan on buying a TV from there, clear your schedule.  It takes about 3 hrs of circle jerking to get the TV from the floor to your car.  I could have scored meth, gotten a wash and tuggy, and a beat Elder Scrolls IV by the time that was done. Anyway, throwing a Wii mote through the screen is not covered under warranty.  Apparently, they are not responsible for such damages. 

Another day goes by with me having to golf with pants on.  And somewhere Scott Baio is plowing a girl he doesn’t love.

As always, the Dude abides.