My buddies and I would play on the Playstation (2?) and I got very very good at ninja roping across the map to drop dynamite on someone’s head and swing back to safety in time.
Nothing more I loved than that maneuver, except maybe getting a concrete donkey.
As another commenter pointed out, I was thinking of the 5200. But yeah, I was also doubtful.
Ah, you’re right! Brain failure. Thank you.
The 7800 had a controller with a keypad used for many games.
Is that gone entirely?
Who am I kidding, I wouldn’t have bought one anyway, but it was my first console.
Okay so I have a long-winded story I have to share about this…
I love this movie, have seen it dozens of times, including when it ran on cable the summer when my grandparents died and seventeen year old me was stuck in their family room watching late night cable with my uncle for a few months while helping my mom sort through her own personal nightmare.
Anyway… a decade or so later I read this stuff about Sarah Polley advocating for a younger actress in one of Terry Gilliam’s films, and same as you I was horrified.
I’d never considered the realities of that film’s production on that poor girl. So I took it on myself to watch some of the other movies she’d been in as an adult, and, well, one had a nude scene…
Months later I go over to my buddies’ place and there’s a group of about a dozen people watching The Adventurs of Baron Munchausen…
And I couldn’t resist. I waited until Sarah Polley appeared on screen and said “Hey, I’ve seen her naked!”
mic drop
It brings out a whole new world of flavor. Truly surprising. Just toss with a little olive oil and bake at 450 degrees for 15 minutes or so.
Try roasting the broccoli first, assuming you don’t already.
That’s all fair.
But it’s also heavily down voted and refuted.
Some people are gonna be shills and some are gonna be naive. But I’m not going to be a part of any platform Meta is trying to subvert.
A fenced in yard is a great asset for larger dogs.
We live blocks from a dog park and… never go.
We have five cats total.
And two yellow labs.
I have two!
First is my kitten Maryjane, who jumps up to beg for a can of food, second is the both Miles Morales and Maryjane.
Miles gets on my shoulder to both beg for a can of food and get better access to the houseplants.
Or ‘I can’t shit’ posters.
I don’t know if that’s the exact blanket we have or not but it is well loved by our cars. They knead on it like its mama’s belly.
A new monk arrived at the monastery. He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.
The head monk said, ‘We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.’ The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.
Hours later, nobody had seen him, so one of the monks went downstairs to look for him. He heard a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and found the old monk leaning over one of the original books, crying.
He asked what was wrong.
‘The word is ‘celebrate,’ not ‘celibate’!’ sobbed the head monk.
He’s just a hoopy frood who knows where his towel is.
I looked and didn’t see a family connection. And he would’ve had to have been at least an uncle.
Edit: And David’s last name is spelled Sedaris. Oh well.