New twist on an old classic

I have invented a new game. You will need:
-2 NES
-2 zappers (pref. one orange, one grey)
-2 duck hunt carts (or any combo cart that has duck hunt on it)
-2 televisions
-2 hands

You thought you were good at Duck Hunt? You were so good you could play with either hand and still shoot all of them? You can clay shoot a single pixel? You're completely bored of Duck Hunt? Well, you haven't played DOUBLE DUCK HUNT!

Instructions:

Try to get two zappers of a different colour so that you aren't confused. Start a game of Duck Hunt on both TVs. Try two ducks on each screen if you're feeling especially adventurous/cocky. NOW GO!

EXCITEMENT!

ADVENTURE!

CHALLENGE!

Ok, you still think you're a good shot? Move back from the TV. Try clay shooting on one screen and duck hunting on the other. Mmm, sensory overload!

This is a great use for free TVs from the classified ads. They don't need to be good, or new, they just need to be able to resolve Duck Hunt to an OK degree. Then you can shoot them for real afterwards if you want to feel really pro. Just make sure you have parental approval and are following all the firearm restrictions in your area.

Christmas Crank

It's 00:20, December 26th, and the rose goggles of Christmas are wearing off. I'm not lying, it's nice to be done finals, it's nice to have a break, it's nice to eat fancy food, but.... Well, to quote my roomate, "Is it bad that I'm bored already?". I moved my life to a new city when I went to university, I really don't have much left here. I see my parents fairly frequently. All of my high school friends are out of town, and my university friends are scattered across the country. My external hard drive and gaming systems are all at my ghetto shack. I've seen every family member I never knew I had in the last 4 days. So, instead of posting something sappy and uplifting, I post a small sample of living with my mom:

Me *drying dishes*: Where does this dish go?

Mom: It goes in that cupboard over there.

Now, that's enough direction for a 20 year old who previously lived in the house, right? No, think again.

Mom: It goes in that empty spot on the bottom shelf, to the left, behind that jar.

Mom: You'll have to move the jar. You should put down the dish you're holding, pick up the jar, move the jar, then pick up the dish, put it in its spot, put the jar back in front of it, then close the cupboard door.

I'm surprised she didn't tell me to breathe. No matter what I do, it seems that I'm perpetually 3 again when I go home.

Me: *sets table, puts out salad dressing, puts out butter dish, asks everyone what they want to drink, pours drinks*

Mom, yelling: ! SET THE TABLE! IS IT THAT HARD FOR YOU TO HELP OUT AROUND THE HOUSE? FOR CHRISSAKES, I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU TO...

Me, interrupting: I did.

Mom: Well, don't forget to put out th...

Me: I did.

Mom: And make sure to get the butter an...

Me: *cough* Look at the table!

Mom: Well, good. Go ask your brother what he wants to drink.

Me: Unnggguuhhhh!

One of these days, I'd like to come home and be 20. I'd like to be able to decide when I shower, which friends I can call, who I can go visit, and what I'm wearing. Sometimes I think I'm exaggerating when I tell my friends about my holidays, but then I remember how I got grounded last Christmas. Seriously. How do you ground an adult with a laptop, a copy of all your house and car keys, and enough bitterness to make cyanide jealous?

Apparently I have overly optimistic notions of what holidays should be like.