Wednesday , September 2 , 2009

    Posted by:

    Sarah

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Brighton plays video games in her underwear! Also, she's apparently playing a Super Nintendo, judging from the shape of the controller.

Which is perfectly reasonable, considering I've just borrowed my brother's old SNES, now he's going off to basic training for the Guard. I get to keep it while he's gone. It came with Super Mario World and Mario Paint, so I'm a happy panda.

Also Battletoads vs Double Dragon, and WWF Royal Rumble. I'm kinda a lesbian, I notice.

~sjh

    Posted by:

    James

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The "saying the same thing simultaneously" thing seems to happen among folk who live together on a regular basis, and never fails to be hilarious. At least to me. Your mileage may very. In this case, though, I do enjoy imagining what possibilities are flickering through Kent and Brighton's minds that make them instinctively fear the worst. What figurative skeletons might they be hiding in their metaphorical closets? Old flames? Secret pasts? Actual skeletons?

Damned if I know. I just write down what the voices in my head say.

On the matter of Super Nintendo Entertainment Systems (or the Super Famicom, if you wanna be a massive geek about it), I realized that most of my fond memories of childhood joy surrounding the machine were layered with a thin veneer of complete nostalgic bullshit about the fifty-third time Mario was mercilessly murdered by grazing a goddamn turtle. How on Earth did we, as a generation, withstand that kind of abject torment handed to us in the guise of entertainment? I have truly rediscovered the meaning of Nintendo Hard, and it is a bitch.

The thing that baffles me? I can't stop playing. I can't. Stop. Playing. There may be something wrong with me.

In other video gaming news, I also beat Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time for the umpteenth time yesterday (that game is a goddamn work of art), and I've officially reached one hundred percent completion on Ghostbusters (a game which, while not a work of art, is still a whole fucking lot of fun). So what's a guy to do? Productive things, I guess. Like get a job. Because I kind of need one. Or I could finish writing some of the things that I've started. I could even finish decorating my room.

But there's an awful lot of porn on the Internet, and someone has to keep an eye on it. May as well be me.

-James