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Reviews From the Customers of the Various Simulator Games I Play

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“My food came quick though the person handing me the food stared at me with lifeless, dead eyes.”

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“It’s very clear that because us drive thru people can’t leave, he leaves us until the end of the day. I ordered food at 7am and didn’t get it until twelve hours later. I was also the last person in line at the drive thru so I got a burger with 25 patties on it.”

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“Seems to force fairies to do all the work and also kept leaping over out table on the way to help other customers. The steak was not that great.”

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“Asked him if they had more than the five items on the shelf and he said that he hadn’t unlocked anything else. I don’t know how I’m supposed to make a meal with chocolate cereal, flower, white bread, sugar and vegetable oil.”

No Stars

“Oh God, he’s killed so many people. He doesn’t slow down for road closings. He just barrels through. He’s a menace to everyone else on the road. Sometimes he’ll just be driving normally but he’ll just veer off the road and crash into the guardrail.”

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“I’ve never met anyone happier to do their job than this power washer. Though I’m a little worried about the condition of his knees as he keeps falling off of tall things and is seemingly fine.”

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“It was a really good shop until he overextended himself and couldn’t afford to finish a car. Since then it’s been left fallow and he never came back to it. I’d like to get my car but he hasn’t been backed. Welp, he’s starting a new garage, I’m disappearing like I just got snapped by Thanos. Goodbye my darling wife. Goodbye my chi-“

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“It’s good food as long as you don’t show up in the last ten seconds. Then they realize they can’t fulfill your order and just spin in place.”

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“He was preparing my food but then he was alerted the bathroom needed to be cleaned and he did so but didn’t wash his hands.”

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“Good coffee for a bad price. But make sure that you’re order isn’t complicated because if it is, the owner will come around the counter and hit you with a baseball bat. Also people keep leaving their cigarettes on the floor. One person did and the swing of his baseball bat hit most of us. He seemed to not care and then went to bed at 3pm while there were still people in the queue.”

New Music Challenge

Last year on this blog, I talked about trying to listen to a hundred albums that I’ve never listened to before. Well, in that same spirit, I decided to up the ante and change the challenge. I’m going to listen to a different album from a different band from every country in the world.

This has led to a new challenge in that I have to find bands from some countries that aren’t known for their music scenes. Of the 270 countries that I have to find music for, I’ve found it for about 19. It’s going to be fun to look into each country’s famous bands but boy oh boy it’s going to be a challenge. I’m looking forward to it.

Advice From a Friend

I own several figures that I have in a quartet of cases. I can see them from my bed and I enjoy owning them but I also feel a little immature to have them. Plus, there’s many posters on my wall because I’m renting and can’t pain my walls a nice blue like I want. My thoughts are wondering if that would turn off potential partners. I asked my friend about this, whose been married for a minute and she gave me sage advice.

“There aren’t any big tittied figures or posters so I wouldn’t care. I don’t know about other women.”

I think that that’s the right idea. I could get some anime figures how bad could they be?

…oh.

Mario Games are Socks

The games I’ve chosen to play in the new year are mostly Mario games so far. I played through Super Mario Bros(pictured above where Mario is running into a brick wall before he gets hit by a fireball and falls into lava. He’s seriously about to die), Super Mario Bros. 3, Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door and Super Mario 3D World. It’s been a good time. I’ve enjoyed playing all of these games. Some more than others, the original and 3, I feel are better than 3D world. Having platforming on a 2D plane is much easier than on a 3D plane.

The thing with these games is each one, feels like slipping into a comfortable pair of socks. I greet Mario like an old friend and all of his new friends with joy. They’re just so nice to play, all bright and colorful and calming. Knowing that even after all of this, Mario and Bowser are going to go golfing and go-karting and throw fucking ragers that look more like blood sport than anything else.

The first game I ever finished was a Mario game. When i was given a Super Nintendo way back when and it came with Super Mario World. It was an amazing game I realized recently that I haven’t uncovered all of its secrets. There’s a way to change the whole game so that the turtles are wearing Mario masks.

This is part of not having the internet back then but who would have known you could do this? I thought I was big shit because I discovered the little supply area in the second world that gave you access to all the power-ups.

It’s hard for me to say which is the best Mario game I’ve ever played. I think it has to be the best 3D adaption and use of gameplay. There are only three power-ups and they’re used as much for exploration as to protect and defend Mario. The challenge of the 120 stars that are never that unfair to get also makes the game amazing.

The worst Mario games and I don’t think anyone will fight me on this are the Super Nintendo games Mario is Missing and Mario’s Time Machine. I would be down for Mario to teach me about history and geography if they weren’t so fucking boring.

I think I’m going to continue the Mario train with Luigi’s Mansion. I’ve never played it all the way through and I think that it’s going to be fun. Also, my boy, Luigi, does deserve a mansion.

Random Word Generator: Archive

(I learned this from Paul Robalino on the behind the scenes of Game Changer on Dropout.TV. He talks about using a random word generator and then writing from that word. This time we’re looking into a collection with the word: Archive)

The door swung open and slammed against the wall. The man that entered the room was ruggedly handsome, his hair was salt and pepper, face covered in stubble and wearing a bomber jacket and slacks. He had a pistol on his belt. His name was Jake Blast.

The other occupant was standing at a stove, watching some vegetables sizzle. He was the opposite of his visitor, clean cut, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He poked at the food with a spatula. His name was Glenn Smart.

“Are you kidding me?” Jake said.

“About what?” Glenn replied his glasses fogging up from the steam.

“That I fought all those nazis, I got through all of those traps and flew halfway around the world for a cookbook.”

“I guess.”

He looked like he wanted to punch something.

“I thought you were an archaeologist. What does it matter that it’s a cookbook? It’s still history,” Glenn said.

“You just… you just hope that you put all the effort in and you hope that it’s going to be something really great.”

“I think it could be great.”

“Is that one of the recipes from the book?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Doesn’t smell great.”

“Yeah, they didn’t have access to certain spices,” Glenn said giving it another stir. “I knew you were coming so I made enough for two. Do you want a plate?”

“Sure,” Jake said.

When the food was done, they sat down and tasted it. They both chewed on it for a long time.

“Kind of bland,” Jake said.

“Truly,” Glenn replied eating another forkful.

“Maybe we just stick this in the archive.”

“Yeah, might as well. Good job though getting it.”

“Maybe the next tomb will be more interesting.”

A New Discovery

For followers of this blog, you know that I love an esoteric interest. You like to crochet owls? Tell me all about it. You know everything about pine resin? Let’s talk for an hour. People’s passions just fascinate me. I wanted to make a youtube series where I go to various conventions and ask people about their interests but my mom told me that that would seem like I was condescending to them. “You like rocks? Why are you such a weirdo?” I might do it anyway.

On Sunday, I discovered something that I had never seen before. Competitive Microsoft Excel. I didn’t know you could turn that into a contest. It’s fascinating to me. It’s turned into an e-sport.

I tried to watch a case that they would do at a competition and I can’t make hide nor hair of it. So, I’m going to not think about getting into this. There are other things that I would love to get into like crocheting but this… this is not going to be something I try. But if you’re into it, please comment and let me know what the hell is going on. I’m still really curious about it.

Update on Pierre

Look at that beautiful boy! So, we’re closing in on me having owned Pierre for three months, which is the tail end of the 3-3-3 method. For those that don’t know it’s:

3 Days to decompress

3 Weeks to learn the routine and settle in

3 Months to feel fully comfortable, bonded and secure

Him being a formal feral, it made me worried that he would never get to know me. We would just be roommates forever and you know that would have been fine. I would keep him safe and he would just be the cat that lived in my house, not a pet. But things have changed since the last time I talked about him.

He’s started hanging out in my room with me. He started rubbing up against my legs when I walked through the house. Because he was willing to touch me, I started reaching down and giving him a pet here and there. He would often zip away from me. But then he started zipping less distance each time. Finally, on Saturday, I gave him a pet and he didn’t move. I pressed my luck and he let me pet him fully. Now, if he’s in the mood, I can pet him and give him scratches. I go by the way he reacts. I don’t force him to be pet. It’s all about consent between the two of us. Such as all things should be.

However, if I sit down somewhere, he won’t let me pet him. I have to be bent at the waist to do so. He also won’t accept churus from me. All in good time.

I love him so much. Not because he lets me pet him just because he exists. He’s sitting near my bed as I write this and I love him so much. My good squeaky boy.

Snow Days

Where I live in New Jersey got hit with a snowstorm yesterday and last night I was told that my job is having a snow day. I feel the exact same joy I did when I was a kid. Except that unlike when I was a child, I’m getting paid for staying home in my pajamas all day.

When I worked in the pharmacy, this would be much different. I worked at a long term pharmacy, which made me into an essential worker. So, no matter the weather, I had to go in. This job was never worth it.

It usually meant that I would have to go to one of the hotels that was in the same corporate park as my job. I would stay over through Saturday so that I could go to work on Monday. Just me, bored in a hotel room, trying not to lose my goddamn mind. Rationing out canned food because they refused to pay for meals for us. It was a miserable existence. This is far superior. It’s nice that they actually care enough about us to let us stay home after this mess.

On Friday, my boss and I were talking about the blizzard of 1996, where the skies dumped 20-30 inches on my hometown. I was ecstatic to have that much snow to play in. I remember digging a tunnel into the snow. It was a lot of fun. At a certain point, my tabby, Killer, came into the tunnel with me. We were hanging out, until I felt something shift. I remember being scared so I pushed Killer out of the hole. It was then that my tunnel collapsed and I was buried in snow. I had a few moments to think about it when a pair of strong arms jammed themselves into the snow and pulled me out.

My father told me he had been watching from the window when he saw the cat fly out of the hole that it was time to come get me. He decided that I had had enough snow for the day and it was time to hang out with him and we watched Dirty Harry. It was a good day and I hope that other kids are going to get a snow day today and to have fun. Those kind of memories are important.