My mother would hate me for today's sins.

So I should be going outside and enjoying the beautiful sunshine just like my mom has nagged me to do for the past twenty years, but I'm not; I spent all morning in bed and after that playing Prince of Persia. I'm on a break now, not just because guilt is nibbling at my soul, but also because the game has gotten so frustrating that I'm considering breaking the controller. It's still fucking fantastic, and the romantic bits throw me back into the heart-pounding days of my fangirl youth so that I grin foolishly every time the Prince and Farah look at each other funny. But at the scene I'm at now, they take away your ability to rewind time in exchange for a fucking sweet sword that can pretty much kill anything. Except that then you go to a platforming sequence that requires perfect fucking accuracy and you can't undo your mistakes. Arrggh.

Speaking of the Prince and Farrah, one of the only things that annoy me about this game is the graphics, which were perfectly fantastic for 2003, but look like, well, this:
However, close to the end of the game there are two cutscenes that contain graphics that are about twenty billion times better than the rest of the game, which amused me greatly. Perhaps not so coincidentally, these are also both the major crisis of the game and the most romantic sequence (so far); in the former we are introduced to the ultimate villian, and in the latter the Prince and Farrah go swimming mostly nude. Which, again, causes the fangirl in me to coo. God help me to resist writing a fanfic, and instead just let me play the game again about three more times.

Right. Sunshine. I should do that. Also grocery shopping.