Not to be a total dick or anything (not that I’ve never not one been one before), BUT Winona Ryder (if it’s really her), is on the Twitter, and she doesn’t know how to use “you’re.”
*Sigh*
I don’t know why this kind of thing bothers me, but it does.
It’s probably my own hang up and I should get over it, but aye….
Anyhow, I showed this to my bf, and he was all, “She didn’t go to school babe, leave her alone.”
But…but she was in Beetlejuice.
If that’s not enough education, I don’t know what is.
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If you’re not careful, video games like old (or former) friends can turn into permanent dents in your soul and pocketbook.
How so?
Well, (taking a deep breath) both required time and energy (sometimes both in high doses), both brought you joy or humiliation (unless you got the higher score), both caused strain to your eyes(oh those colors, those fashions), both left you with hideous calluses (either on fingers,your mind and or heart, or all at once–competitiveness is never pretty), all of which had a knack for showing up when you least expect them to (such is fancy of favors or bail money).
Roll that all up and hit the save button and PRESTO, it’s you…Okay, well a kind of extent in the making of the very person you are today.
Hey people have been blaming video games for a while now, right?
What brought all this on?
Well, just this morning, a breeze swept into my senses in a a kind of Proustian Rush.
It was an aroma that I can only describe as a mix of new plastics, Fruity Pebbles and Johnson & Johnson’s No More Tangles spray. Well, I hope it was a kind of freak breeze caused by pollution and not a symptom of a stroke.
It was the scent of my youth, the sent of Nintendo Power/Prowess? Rarrwrr…
I couldn’t help but breath in that moment and sigh a kind of melencholic sigh…the kind of sigh that cues harp music and a cheesy 80’s dream effect sequence.
Rather than, full on flashback scene though, where you see me as a child in dated clothes I could easily blame on Wayne’s World…the picture would be simpler.
The picture would be one where : thoughts about video games played and missed.
Games that made no sense. Games I used to freak friends out with (friends who had appreciated Monty Python and poop rain). A game like:
God, I loved my Sega CD. Yep I was that one kid you knew with the Sega CD and 32x attachment. My Genesis was a collection of attachments. An almost living thing that provided me with hours of fun and wonder.
In a way it was an stage in life that taught me how to “accessorize.”
Seasons changed and people began to lose touch with Sonic and decided to ignore the amazing Dreamcast for dreams of Sony.
Enter the Playstation.
Ever the rebel to whatever my peers where into, I did not fall prey to the purchase of the then new new fancy fandangled Playstation (or as the kids vaguely remember them and refer to them now as ps1). I don’t know if it was my adamant stance on Nintendo 64 being the best console (hello ZELDA Ocarina of Time!!!), or that it was an excuse to “borrow” or “hang out” with my then crush.
After all, wasn’t it mostly boy type games on the Playstation initially?
It could’ve also been that the console was beyond my budget (always the cheapskate) along with the chance to try out geek wooing phrases like, “Why don’t you bring your Playstation to my place?” or “loser pays the game rental fee.” etc…
Years later, I’d learn such tactics didn’t work so great, and decided I’d have to upgrade, bite the bullet and purchase a Ps2 (another time another story we don’t need to get into just now).
But I digress…One Playstation game, that still haunts and intrigues me
Grandma’s, Bank Robbers, UFO’s and ska music…what more could a budding adolescent want for a game? Hell, why don’t I have this game right now on the Ps3?!!
Lastly and certainly not leastly, a game that tapped right into the very things I’m still wholeheartedly STILL into.
Not only could I draw all kinds of doodles on the TELEVISION, animate said doodles (training for my later years of drawing with a mouse on a computer) but I could compose songs too. Every band geek’s dream really–turning popular music into Midi files that would put many cell phones of yesteryear to shame.
Because I don’t have recordings handy of the stuff I did then (probably songs off MTV’s 120 min lineup), we’ll make do with this:
Yes, those were the days my friend.
You are missed, but not forgotten…and should I ever better organized our storage room, I’ll find these relics and play once more…(god knows I wont bother with the Ebay, I still have my cheap standards to uphold).
Weeks ago if you had simply sent me an email with the subject: BassHunter
I would have probably first thought of this:
I’d be really stoked about it too, because if there ever were an activity in video game form I loved more is that of fishing up some sweet bass. Yeah, that’s how cool I am.
If I paid even little attention to the content followed by the subject of said hypothetical e-mail, and then ran across words like: “Music,” or “sounds like…”
My brain would have probably conjured up something that looked more like this:
(It has to be Sting too, because 1) I couldn’t find a picture of Ted Nudgent holding a Bass. and 2) Yes, Ted hunts, but his ax of choice is for Cat Scratchin’ Fever)
Okay, enough don’t make fun of my illiteracy or mispronunciations…if anything it’s just more proof of my ungeek/un nerdliness.
Cool and popular people make up all kinds of words all the time.
Imagination is all part of the cool artistic mind, so yeah, these are the things I’d have to imagine because the concept of a Scandinavian cyber-geek composing a song about meeting a girl on the internet is beyond my realm of comprehension.
The idea of chat rooms, robots, Swedish music (outselling the likes of Abba) is absolutely foreign to me.
I’ve never lost an hour or so on, I mean I’ve never even heard of Ventrilo…pfft whatever it is.
I’m saving us all the trouble of going to that level of thinking by posting the BassHunter videos.
I have to, because you like me probably have no clue about these kinds of things either, right?
Posing with science projects will never help you score.
Control:
No cool kids are seen in the following website.
Conclusion:
It’s cool to laugh at photos of those poor lonely science fair participants.
To look upon the photos of students and their Science Projects is to look at God’s sense of humor and well find out what a cruel and vengeful god he can be.
Of course, if you’re a person of science, you’ll look at this and thank god no one decided to add your photo to the collection.
Have a look for yourself and you’ll know just what we mean.
Not to brag or anything, but we won a few first prizes in our old science fair days… the photographic evidence however was spared the fame/ridicule of this website (this time anyway).
Less than 2 weeks into my co-authoring job here at The Nerd of Her facilities and I am already taking a week-long vacation! WOO! (Does a silly dance.)
The Boss has agreed to the time off. I am still waiting for my first paycheck to clear. Correlation? AHEM!
As I enjoy my time off at some beach or whatever Manila has to offer, I am more than sure that The Nerd of Her presses will be churning out some great reading material for you to scour.
Crikey..I am thinking will the Chibbi even missed?
Don’t hesitate! Don’t run off to shed a tear or two! I will be back!
So I dare say: Ciao! Adios! Check you later! I’m outie! Peace!
Smooches…
Chibbigirl (You may follow my travels here—->CHIBBIKU)
That I’m even repeating it is almost a waste of fonts because you and everyone else (anyone who watches TV, or glances at magazines) already knows that right?
You’ve also already read your own fill of reviews and opinions and so on about it, so don’t worry about this being one of those posts either.
Actually, I don’t think I could write one if I even tried because I don’t remember the film. I saw it, I didn’t really care for it, and I’m pretty meh about the whole thing. I couldn’t even think of the stuff that didn’t do it for me when I saw it…bleh.
What I have noticed however is the amount of love and praise that’s going around about Jason Bateman.
If you’re an even bigger ***k, you’re saying to yourself (to prove your even harder pop culture knowing self, “Derek was the MAN on Silver Spoons!”
If you’re an even BIGGER of BIG ***ks, you’re quoting stuff from “It’s Your Move“. (But can you quote from an episode that ISN’T “The Dregs of Humanity”?)
How do I know this? Call me,”King D**k. “
And, I think I like Mr. Jason Bateman quite a bit.
My feelings aside, how can I really tell? Or what’s more, how can you tell?
However you feel about Jason Batemen these days (You might even be of the party that is my BF and think, “Why are people even uttering the words Jason Batemen again?), before you decide which way you go Pro Bate or Anti Bate…
You might want to consider some of his other accomplishments (embarrassments) before you answer my questions.
Teen Wolf 2
How Can I Tell If I’m Really In Love?
(Because in the 80s we had Sam Malone to lead us on the right path)
“You’ve never played video games until you’ve played with the video game prince”
Out of the three, the last one probably disturbed me the most and I’m not sure why.
Because the Nintendo “computer” got a virus? Because Mr. Belvedere was called Mr. Belvedere, or because it’s frickin Mario Bros on ice! Aye…
I’ve said what I’m going to say for now. Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to swoon over taped episodes of “Valerie”
Some of you may or may not know, but editing and maintaining a blog is hard work.
Minutes of thinking, scribbling, collecting and so on are needed to keep the hungry beast that is WordPress fed.
You kind of have to do this thankless job with gusto and shamelessness too because the blog doesn’t and will not love you. The blog’s belly doesn’t take into consideration your time, your energy or other extracurricular activities. It just wants more, and more and more.
I tip my hat to all the bloggers out there, who feed the blog and never quit. The bloggers that roll up their sleeves and type into the wee hours in order to get the scoop before anyone else does (which is actually impossible). The blogger than thinks his meme will be the next BIG thing.
Yes, these are the sad bastards, er I mean great people that make your next episode of “Best Week Ever” before it’s even a day old.
Some of these are people who (if they aren’t already making a nice living out of it, or getting dates, publishing deals, or whatever else people use the blogs to get now) don’t mind using up their time (when it could have been used somewhere else), their energy (probably could’ve been spent on those abs they dream, but blog about instead) and a strong will (specifically in mind/concentration).
It’s too easy NOT to blog, so it’d be even easier not to edit one.
Believe it or not, but after looking over these things, I’m left questioning my own will.
It doesn’t happen all the time, but there are weak moments. They can catch me by surprise, they’ll show up between polo matches, interrupt discussions about Wittgenstein over games of backgammon, sometimes they fill in the voids between my days helping orphans, but worst of all, sometimes they come between me and hilarious commercials.
There not the kind of thoughts I want to have, they are certainly not the kind of ideas you want your editor to harbor, but there I am wondering:
Maybe I shouldn’t be a blogger/and blog editor. DUN DUN DUN!!!
Maybe I’m not doing enough of my part…
But that part–is it something that I can just change? Is it something beyond my means?
Apparently it is out of my hands…specifically when it’s been put into the hands of Internet scientists and physicians.
You may want to sit down for what I’m going to tell you next.
I’ve been (as have the staff of The NERD of HER!) diagnosed with a serious condition called RMS.
I’d tell you about it, but there is a really shiny thing flashing around just feet from here.
Yeah, I’m gonna go check that out. You can check this out and hit me back.
I don’t know if there is a Mac version yet either…oh pen envy.
awake
The NERD of HER! 
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