He's a Secret Agent, 99!

Waluigi (from the Super Mario Bros. series) has always intrigued me. Not because he's a cool, interesting character even in the slightest, but because something about his appearance triggers a memory of the past. He seems awfully familiar even though he is a relatively new character to the video game world.

And then it hit me.

One day I was searching the net for a Strawberry Shortcake Atari game (don't ask why) when I came across a photo of the villain of the game: Purple Pie Man. And that was it. Purple Pie Man and Waluigi are the same person, which prompted me to come to the following conclusion: After years of unsuccessful assassination attempts on Strawberry Shortcake's life, Purple Pie Man retired from that scene and moved on to bigger fish-- the world of Super Mario Bros. Once there, he altered his appearance a bit (trading in his pink chef hat for a purple plumber's cap and his cooking apron for a pair of overalls) and took on the new task of becoming archrival to Luigi. His career is now once again safe, fore he has become quite [in]famous.


Notice the similarities: the creepy elongated face, the bowed legs, and the affinity for elf shoes and the color purple. Thanks to whoever made this nice visual display.

Homeward Bound, My Serenity!

I had a dream that my car came back.

*sigh*

I used to have a Saturn, the best car ever. It was small yet roomy, and it ran great. I named it Serenity after the movie. Earlier this year she was stolen from a mall parking lot. Why? I have no idea. She wasn't the newest or fanciest-looking car out there, and there wasn't anything of value inside except my tennis racket and parking pass. Seriously, who steals tennis rackets and/or parking passes? There must've been some other motive for the theft, perhaps gang initiation or a gift for the culprit's mother (this happened on Mother's Day after all). But alas, the police never found my Serenity, and I didn't really expect them to. She was probably gutted, torched, and pushed into a river by the end of the day.

And then last night amongst my dreams Serenity returned. It was only for a second, but how bitter-sweet it was. She came rolling up to me, her headlights flashing to signify that she was okay. "My car!" I gasped, and I reached out to her, only to have the dream shift away to something else.