I don't often break down and tell her, "Heather, I'm glad you're not bats--- insane like a lot of women in the world," but I should. I appreciate her sanity. Sure, she still has a deep affinity for judge shows (IE: People's Court, Judge Judy, Judge Mathis, etc … ) and seems to love silly, happy morning drive shows, but I can’t complain too much as I thoroughly enjoy activities that befuddle most women. You know, activities like: pwning noobs, killing zombies, drifting (DORIFUTO!!!!!), reading subtitles, and listening to incomprehensible music. The main problem is that she doesn’t consider the first three items on the list to be different. She lumps them in the videogames category. Well, I’m sorry to say, they’re very different, unless you’re drifting through zombies in the wonderful Dead Rising. The stupid game has me trying to figure out a way to get my hands on an Xbox 360. Sadly, Christmas-time is not for me anymore. It seems to be for my daughter...