I am a man of simple tastes. Really. I don't drink fine wines or own expensive clothing. I ate a small piece of expensive cheese at a wedding, or something one time, but spit it out, because it didn't taste like the cheese in a can that I'm accustomed to, promptly killing the taste with the bottle of Old English I had smuggled into the building hidden beneath my shirt in a brown paper bag.

The small things in life make me happy. By "small," I'm referring almost exclusively to things painted to look like objects from the original Super Mario games. As such, the discovery of this subwoofer has just made my morning.

Tiny Yoshi looking on in wide-eyed worship is just sweet, sweet mushroom icing on the cake.