A new definition of "Crossology"?

So, I've said in the past that I wish I could do more with this blog, something to make it more popular, or at least more interesting to the people who read it [all... 5? of you] Well, it's recently occurred to me that for the most part, no one gives a flying fuck what I talk about, so long as I rant like a lunatic while I write it and either a) make a great point that the entire world would do well to listen to [99% of my posts consist of these, naturally] or b) make myself look like an idiot/nutcase in the process of said ranting.

So I sat down and thought about the term "Crossology" and what it meant to me. Crossology is, in a nutshell, whatever I want it to be. The term "Crossology" doesn't even actually exist in the English language. Yes, I was a big enough loser to spend 3 minutes looking up the possibility. "Crossology" is, quite frankly, anything and everything about me, Seth CROSS. [I can see it now, everyone just read the word "Crossology" like fifteen times in the post already, then saw my last name and everyone collectively went "OOOH, NOW I GET IT!!!" like a bunch of nitwits. God, I love you people. The very idea of you makes me giggle like a school girl on crack.]

Anyway, to stop the Rant of Silliness [which is quite different from a "Rant of Anger" or "Rant of Insanity". Believe me, I know.] let's get down to BUSINESS! [Always wanted to say that!]

Turkey Day was good for all, I hope? Mine was pretty good... I got a new TV out of it, which is always fun for all. I now have a bigger TV in my living room and unlike the old TV, this one has enough inputs for the 360 and the Wii, along with the cable box... No more constant switching around of cables and then getting annoyed when I have to get up to switch them back.

Only downfall of the new TV? It isn't programed into the new universal remote yet, so I need to use both the TV remote and the cable remote to watch TV. It's kind of funny because the volume works off of the TV remote, but the channels work off of the cable remote. It's probably loads of fun to watch me wake up from a nap half-asleep and start yelling at the "piece of shit TV" because I'm using the wrong remote to change the channel.

Ha ha, my friends. Ha ha.

Bunny and I got that new "New Super Mario Bros. Wii" game for... C'mon, guess... Guess which system... HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS FOR THE WII?! You crafty devils! But yeah, it's for the Wii and it's a lot of fun. It brings back memories, as the original game for what... The NES? Super NES? was one of my first favorite games, despite the fact that [according to my father, anyway] I initially sucked at it.

GASP! Yes, all you devout Crossologists... I actually used to suck at one of the most famous first video games! According to my father, I had trouble combining "run" and "jump"... I'd run to a hole, stop, jump up and down, then run off the edge and into the "dark pit of doom" [tm].

You see, it's stories like this that make me want kids. I would have loved to been my father, watching this mini-me version of myself do something incredibly stupid like that, and just crack up laughing. Of course, with my luck, Bunny will see me laughing at our child and I'll get the patented "Gibbs Smack"[tm], which, well... That's never fun.

But in the end... It might be worth it! After all, she can't hit that ha-OW!

~Class Dismissed~