But that's probably because this is how I was when I got Nintendo in '85. Work safe.

http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/nintendo/1677011/

That's the kind of reaction a parent wishes for on Christmas morning.



I don't remember it, but apparently one year my aunt spent months beforehand knitting me a sweater from scratch. Just for me. And when I opened it, I found a sweater, threw it across the room, and started crying.

They all laugh at this story now, but I feel so bad even without remembering it.

I wonder why they are listening to crazed jazz in the background.