Archive for February, 2011
Because I’m a complete sucker for lists of any kind, one that was posted about Super Mario over at some site called Epic Weird caught my attention today. There aren’t really any bombshells dropped in there for anyone with even the most rudimentary knowledge of the Nintendo icon, but hey: Even if the article doesn’t tell you anything you didn’t already know, at least there are a bunch of pics of half naked women all over the page to make the jump worth a look.
Once upon a time I caught them all. Not like this, though.
Not like this.
…and go figure, I’m not the happiest I’ve ever been. Still, this isn’t fucking livejournal so I’ll spare both of you readers my own personal crisis. I just wanted to say to you two that I hope that you and every other lover and dreamer out there has had a wonderful day. Hold what you’ve got, guys.
Spoiled and bitter. That pretty much sums up where I was during that awkward transition between the Nintendo 64 and the Gamecube. Let’s face it: my old friends over at Nintendo had just had their little yellow asses owned for the first time ever by Sony’s Playstation, despite a valiant first and third party effort (courtesy of in-house development and those genius british bastards over at Rare). It really burned my ass at the time. The N64 was (and still is) home to some of the best games ever made and yet kids back then sounded practically embarrassed to admit that they owned one. Probably because every asshole that bought a fancy pants CD based system wouldn’t shut up about how mind-blowing the load times were or how they could just sit there for hours and watch a bunch of CG cut-scenes that they didn’t even have to play.