The only good thing about being sick is that I lost some weight. But as this was due to consuming only liquids for almost a week, I don't expect that to last. The bad thing, well, one bad thing, is that I'm still getting my strength back. I suspect that has something to do with the "good" thing.
But am I too sick to laugh at stupid people? No, I am not. Like this person:
"A Louisiana woman is suing Nintendo, alleging her 30-year-old son suffered seizures after playing video games for eight hours a day, six days a week…His mother is seeking unspecified damages for her own medical and funeral expenses, for mental and emotional anguish, and for her son's lost future earnings."
Uh huh. First of all, what future earnings? Someone who plays games for eight hours a day, six days a week isn't likely to be building up what you might call a comfortable nest egg. Sure, Junior could have been a neurosurgeon during the other sixteen hours, but I'm going to guess that wasn't the case. No, I think it's more likely that he had enough trouble holding down a job at the local Hardee's. If he couldn't read the multiple warning labels about not playing games if you're prone to seizures, he probably missed the signs advising him not to stick his hands in the deep fat fryer. I guess this woman's hopes that her son was well on his way to a prestigious VP position at Nintendo have now been crushed.
Meanwhile, the rest of us should thank Nintendo for culling the herd. Since the future is going to be all about bright, stroboscopically flashing displays, it's best that we eliminate that weakness now.
Honestly, eight hours a day, six days a week? And it doesn't even say for how many weeks. That's just incredible. I didn't even think there were enough games for the Nintendo-64 to occupy nearly that much of someone's time. He really must've sucked at Mario Cart.