“Why is it that only Japanese people get to playTingle’s Balloon Fight, Da-Da? Why can’t I be allowed to play poker with Animal Crossing playing cards? Does Nintendo hate me because my eyes are too round?” Those are the questions my imaginary son, little Jo-NintendoWii-nathan, asks me every night before I tuck him into bed. He’s been waiting a long time for Club Nintendo to open its doors to countries other than Japan, and today, it looks like his wait is finally over.
The only way I’ll get these questions anwsered is to keep trying toregister myself. I wont let you down, little Jo-NintendoWii-nathan Holmes Jr.! Tonight, you shall shop online for useless Nintendo-shaped garbage just like you cousin Akira-Tetsuo Holmes Jr. has been doing for years, even if takes refreshing that damn registration screen all night.
