So it’s that time of year again when Hubby and I plague each other with whether or not to exchange gifts early. You know what? It’s not the time of year, it’s us. As my mother would say, “Just can’t have nothing new.” And she would be right. Be it a birthday, anniversary, or Christmas present, we can’t get that item opened fast enough. What amazes me most is the great lengths we go to in order to make sure the other has no idea what they are getting. My husband would let me get the mail for a week because there was something in the mail that would tip me off. And I am now doing the same to him with an additional gift I vow not to give him until Christmas.
So we have already swapped Christmas gifts. It’s December 15th and the only gift I’ll be opening on Christmas will be from my mother. That’s not a bad thing but her gift are more thoughtful than exciting.
Anyway… I do want to say that I absolutely love my now not-so-new gift. What is it? Drumroll….
A PS3!!! And I love it. Hubby and I were discussing the PS3 and how it really is an all-in-one home entertainment system. It plays DVD and Blu-ray, streams from Netflix, downloads games (some have demos), and has the new PlayStation Network. So far I’ve downloaded a few demos: Fairytale Fights is disturbingly bloody while Little Big Planet is fun and cute. We’ve alos bulked up out Netflix Instant Play Queue and have streamed everything from Dora and Thomas the Tank Engine to Jim Gaffigan and SNL’s The Best of Chris Farley.
We haven’t played any Blu-ray discs but have noticed the difference in picture quality. I’m thinking of ordering Star Trek for us and Up for KidWonder. I can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about. Now all I need to do is get Hubby a receiver to go with the surround sound speakers I got him last year.
I didn’t go to a school that had a greek life. As an all-girl school, we were like one big sorority already. Did I miss having a Greek life? I don’t know. How can I miss what I never had?
Well now I have the Facebook App, Sorority Life to give me a parody on what Sorority life would be like. You begin with an avatar that you make up with GLAM. People are allowed to vote on your avatars style once a day. People most likely to vote for you are your sisters. Your sisters are those in your house. You get a max of 500 sisters. With these sisters, you can attack other girls “on campus.” The more sisters you have, and the more GLAM you have collectively, the better equipped you are at attacking another girl.
In order to get GLAM and cash, you perform events. There are 4 event categories with many events in each. You can also earn money by getting a job. Jobs range from bar maid to reporter to model. Each with a training fee and an hourly allowance. You can also buy GLAM using Brownie Points given to you by the House Mother when you complete certain levels of events.
The Addiction: I can’t stop playing it. When I log onto Facebook, the first thing I look for is SLife requests or messages. At one point I even went to a site called SLifeTrain.com were you can add others as friends so that you can add them to your house on Sorority Life. I ended up going from a house of 10 to a house of 100 in a matter of days.
The Downside: You have to be friends with someone on Facebook before you can add them as a friend. All I did was find like-minded people in SLife groups and on SLifeTrain and add the as friends, put them in a specific list, then invite all in that list to join my house on SLife.
Brownie Points: Another downside is Brownie Points. They seem to only be good for making people shop the offers on the House Mom’s page. They can buy GLAM but are hard to come by. If you could use the money you’ve made to buy BP then it might be worth it to have them.
I advise you not to try it if you want to get anything done with your day. Don’t get sucked in as I have. My husband scoffs when he sees me at the computer with that big, pink banner right there at the top os the screen. And I don’t blame him, but he does have his WarFish (risk in Scrabulus format, but was out before Scrabulus) and I try not to judge. But if you can DON’T DO IT TO YOURSELF. STAY AWAY FROM SORORITY LIFE. Or else I may have to attack you and sisters and leave you all depressed and crying for the spa.