Laaaaa La la la la la la la laaaaa

Some of you may see this and think, 'oh, mama's in a sing songy kind of mood'. However, there's a select few of you that instantly got an annoying Japanese pop song stuck in their heads. Yes, Mama finally got her little hands on a copy of Katamari Damacy, that Japanese made form of digital crack for the new millenia. For those who think I've lost it, Katamari Damacy is a PS2 game that is ridiculously bizarre and delightfully addictive to all who pick it up. The premise is straight out of an LCD hallucination, you are the 'prince of all cosmos', with a sausage shaped head. Your father, the King of all Cosmos, is a drunken lunatic in serious need of medication, prone to referring to himself in the oh-so-annoying royal 'we', and who takes the father-son relationship to a whole new codependent and fucked up level. He broke the stars in the sky, because he's an idiot and was either drunk out of his gourd or more plausibly taking some galactic form of ecstacy, and has now charged you with repairing it. Because he can. Of course!
Anyhoot, you do this buy rolling around a giant 'katamari', which is akin to those stickyballs we use to get from teh grocery store and irritate siblings with. it looks like a psychadelic cat toy, and anything you roll onto with it sticks and becomes part of the katamari, growing bigger and bigger (like your cosmic father's ego). Eventually you go from rolling up dice and lint to whole towns and countries! woot! But seriously, that's all you do in the game, roll a little fucking ball around and curse incesantly at anything that gets in your way. I cursed a lot in this game. The box says something about not using the buttons on the controller so as 'not to stress the player', so all you are using to control it are the analog sticks. Not stressful my ASS, I dare anyone to play this game and not be on the edge of their seat whining and fidgeting like a crackhead as the timer clicks down and your ball ain't big enough. You start screaming at the boxy image of the cat and swearing out loud he will rue the day he smacked the fish off your ball, and giggle like a maniac when the ball is big enough to roll him up into. Then you obsessively play the level over and over again so you can find the present and make the little prince wear a chef's hat. Obviously it would be a rather tricky game if the folks in the world were as spartan as some of us poor folks. But apparently in Japan they leave five thousand hair pins on the floor, and oodles of sushi laying about on plates randomly in the middle of the street. And lots of men have bangs sticking out five feet in front of their heads. Then, when your katamari is large enough to roll up buildings and such the world gets even more twisted, as there are dozens of 'jumbo man' people flying through the air, and a rash of mountain sized octopi plaguing the Atlantic. Scary.
So, yes, I am currently spazzing out playing this game. Fear my Katamari!!!