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Friday, August 29, 2003
Days of OldeI stumbled across a poem that I thought I would share with you:
Ode to the 2600... By MCCVII (aka, The Raving Lunatic)
I trouble to recall my age
When my Atari was all the rage.
Before Nintendo and C64
My 2600 arrived at my door
It came at Christmas, oh what a shocker!
At 1.19 MHz, it wasn't much of a clocker.
The graphics were blocky and the audio, a joke
But it helped me to learn a peek from a poke.
I played all the games my allowance procured
Most games were exciting, others more absurd
We practiced and plotted to beat all the snares
We wondered why circles looked more like round squares
I loved the games the more I played
My friends and I were quick to trade
Our greedy friends, we teased and taunted
The offered "Combat" which no one wanted!
The selection of games rivaled that of Sony
Unfortunately it was the 80's and no one had money.
So we borrowed and traded and mowed lots of grass
By the way, why was Qix such a pain in the Ass?
I wore out my joystick from way too much play
The rubber would separate and the button decay.
The paddles were fun but they too had their flaws
Too easily stripped by our over-anxious paws!
We had classics like Frogger, Ms. Pac-Man, and Pitfall
And those less appealing like ET and Baseball.
Chopper Command, Pole Position, and Joust topped the charts.
Bluto chased Popeye as Olive dropped hearts.
Zaxxon was tough on either "A" or "B"
Flying sideways, at and angle is a pain when you can't see.
Yar, Wor, and Battlezone were simply the best
Can't think of the hours I spent on Swordquest
But the 2600 was topping the Hill
It was reaching its burnout as stars one day will
It shoes, neither 5200 nor 7200 could fill
The keyboards stuck and the game selection was ill!
The beast finally let out its final death roar
As Nintendo committed to ending the war.
The graphics sound of the NES were amazing
And the 2600 was sent out for grazing.
But 20 years later my friend's still around
My blocky Nintendo has long been in the ground!
Its lines are still classy, its merits undaunted
Those of us who own one are eager to flaunt it!
We break out our games when our friends come to town
I swear I'm still the best Yar's player around!
My PS2 gets more play. I'll not argue, but…
But in 25 years, it'll be "PS What?"
# posted by Nav : 8:54 AM
Friday, August 22, 2003
Grab Your DictionaryIt seems nowadays that there is no shortage of new words to learn. The Webster dictionary continues to expand with otiose terms that simply embrangle individuals and cause them to defenestrate themselves.
Today I came across two words that I thought I would share:
1. Garbology: "study of waste materials: the study of a cultural group by an examination of what it discards"
Garbology might be a good career choice for dumpster divers. Recycling may make the job of future garbologists extremely difficult--they'll have less to study
2. Borborygmus: "stomach rumble: the rumbling sounds made by the movement of gases in the stomach and intestine"
If you lay your head on someone's stomach, you are likely to hear borborygmus
Feel free to use those two in your daily colloquies.# posted by Nav : 9:16 AM
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Whose 3000 Deaths Are More Important?There is an absolute must-read comparison today at Media Whores Online.
When 3000 souls perished in the 9/11 attacks, French citizens turned out in droves to the American embassy to pay their respects and show their solidarity.
When 3000 souls perished (so far) in the ongoing heatwave in France, it's met with savage vicious ridicule by (guess who) Americans - most notably in a repulsive and repugnant Washington Post editorial chiding them for not having enough American-invented air conditioners and ice-makers - not to mention the more-so-than-normal cruelty dished out by the Freepers, lunatics and bottom-feeders who fester in the mudhole known as Lucianne.com.
The French-bashing has now crossed over into just plain bad taste. If your hatred of them is over their unwillingness to join in a war which had (at best) questionable reasons, then it's time to re-evaluate your conscience. And your manners.
Glad to be Canadian.
# posted by Nav : 7:16 PM
Monday, August 11, 2003
Just like menMy wife and I are expecting our 2nd child. When my wife was pregnant with our 1st child I was in South Carolina for the first 6 months of the pregnancy, so I missed quite a bit of the "experience" that comes with living with a pregnant woman. My recent observations have led me to the conclusion that pregnant women are very much like men. Let me explain:
- Pregnant women basically have a belly that resembles a large pot belly formed from years of beer drinking.
- Pregnant women generate a huge amount of heat just like men. Normally my wife likes to snuggle up to me, but now I have trouble snuggling up with her because of the heat generated. I instantly start sweating.
- Pregnant women make noises like men. I've noticed that my wife will involuntarily burp while eating, and some of those burps can be pretty loud. I've also heard by wife fart while she was sleeping.
- Men tend to be more vulgar then women. And once you've got a pregnant woman in the delivery room, going through their contractions there's a lot of vulgarity, and it's not coming from the man.
Maybe this has to do with the increase in testosterone that women go through during pregnancy. But what ever it is, do not be surprised if you feel like your living with a man, when your spouse is pregnant.
# posted by Nav : 9:30 PM
Monday, August 04, 2003
Stone Cold Rip-OffI have been a big fan of Superman for as long as I can remember. I don't collect the comic books, but I do collect other paraphernalia associated with the Man of Steel. So it's no surprise that I was a bit shocked when I stumbled across a site that provided a review on a very poorly made Superman movie. In general there haven't been many "rip-offs" of the Superman movies, the few that I have heard of actually recieved fair reviews. What was different with this one was that it received horrible reviews. And it was ripped off by the movie capital of the world...India. That's right, you read it correctly. The "Indian Superman" stars Dharmendra as Jor-El (Superman's father for you lay people). Instead of showing Superman doing anything, super, the film immediately dumps in a romantic subplot. Common of most Hindi movies
My favorite quote from the review:
"Next up comes a completely unrelated scene in which a rich couple decides to give a gift of expensive food to an orphanage. But unbeknownst to the couple, the cruel heads of the institution take the food away and give the children their usual ration of bread. Superman shows up for no reason and, upon discovering the orphans' plight, he uses his telekinetic powers (what!?) to make the good food march out of the basket where it as being kept, dance around a little, then line up in front of the orphans. The stop-motion animation used to achieve the effect of the marching food looks a lot like the animated bits on Sesame Street in the 1970s, but with less technical proficiency. "
Some things are not meant to be copied, or more correctly ripped off. I feel sorry for the little kids in India that only see this Superman, and grow up thinking that Superman likes to sing Hindi songs in the middle of corn fields.# posted by Nav : 8:07 AM
Friday, August 01, 2003
Some Things Will Never ChangeOne of these days, Chretien will abandon gibberish and settle for English, Richard Simmons will actually be tolerable, Jared will cheat his Subway diet, and the Dell guy will recommend a Compaq Presario. Hell will freeze over, and pigs will fly. The sky will fall to the ground, and the earth will shatter beneath our feet. But still, some things will never change. Like the morons that stop in the middle of a merge lane and wait for someone to give them way.
# posted by Nav : 10:21 PM

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