That’s how MK’s story that she made up for me on the spot ended. Other highlights from this past weekend includes:
- Picked up Polarium Advance (there’s been one copy just sitting there at the Union Square Virgin Megastore for weeks now, and was afraid that when I finally got around to grabbing it, I’d be out of luck). And its great! As others have commented, it is indeed an improvement over the the DS original in certain ways. Plus I really like the one-handed control scheme.
- MK got a really awesome haircut!
- Hung out with Knife Fight.
- Formally introduced the word “dirtnap”, including its proper usage, to Katie.
- Had lunch at this really nice healthy eatery at Carol Street in Brooklyn, which was unfortunately run by annoying ditzy pothead girls.
- Finally got my Weyland-Yutani patch sewn onto my messenger bag, thanks to MK.
- Saw the video for Mexican Radio for the first time in over ten years, easily (thanks to YouTube, of course). And I got to bore MK yet again by going on once again about of how much cooler MTV/music videos/television was in general “back in the day”.
- Finally used my $50 gift certificate for Amazon. It was between the Absolute Watchmen and SNL: 1975, and the very first (and some say, still the very best) season of Saturday Night Live won out.
- Also finally got proof that someone up there is listening. That and Marvel is serious about pushing Iron Man down everyone’s throats; and as a MAJOR fan of old shell-head, I for one have no complaints! They finally reprinted Armor Wars, and of course, I had get to it. Unfortunately, it has pretty much the ugliest cover ever, but at least they didn’t try to do a lame-o computer color redux job or something. And hey, I finally got my fucking Armor Wars, so I seriously can’t complain too much. Just one look while I was flipping through the pages got a “Ohhh…. looks very Miami Vice!” response from MK.
- While perusing through my folder of makeoutclub cuties from years past (long story short, back in 2002-2003, when I had a LOT of time on my hands due to unemployment, I used to spent my evenings flirting with girls online from MOC, and to help keep things organized… since I was chatting with about sixteen different girls simultaneously at any given moment, and often one would bow out with another replacing her literally every minute or so… I maintained a folder with all their pictures and AIM names) that I recently stumbled across, and have even passed along to a few friends for shit and giggles (Dave Mauro sez: “You are the most dedicated emo girl chaser ever.” Thanks Dave!), I noticed something….
One of the girls that I was interested in, and maybe have even chatted with (my memory is a bit hazy, plus, I talked with A LOT of girls mind you) is a person that I am friends with right now! Holy fucking shit. Someone whom I currently know is someone whom I might have also e-hit on years before becoming acquainted, and I had no idea (nor does she I believe). And I know for a fact that its a person who regularly reads this journal!!! I’m not going to name her publicly… I’m choosing to wait till I see the person face to face, to whip out her old profile pic and to see what happens.
- Not just one, but two pieces of mine got published over at GameSetWatch over the weekend. The first was my latest movie review, which doesn’t really deal with video games, but pen and paper role-playing games, but more specifically, the dorks who play them. Its call, appropriately enough, Gamers.
BTW, I chatted with Simon over the weekend and Cinema Pixeldiso has been extended! My original commitment ends in the next couple of weeks. And we also went over the next couple of films that will be reviewed, so expect even more forgotten gems from the 80s. That also means a few flicks I was going to take a look at have been bumped off, including my big Mortal Kombat/Street Fighter analysis. Too bad, but the focus is supposed to be on the obscure and unheard of after-all. And the only reason I wanted to talk about Mortal Kombat in the end was to once again pull out my “Mortal Kombat is the Citizen Kane of video game movies” line.
Oh, so what does that make Tron then? The Jazz Singer I guess.
Anyway, the second piece is something kinda special. Its a highly detailed rundown of an infomercial that runs on local Pennsylvania television for a place that restores and sells arcade games and pinball machines, plus also throws birthday parties, and hosted by a guy who’s part undiscovered comic genius, part boss from hell, part historian, part creepy father, and all business man, Mr. Todd N. Tuckey. Check out what might very well be the most amazing thing on television ever produced on the subject of video games (that is, if you count learning about how pinball games are fixed or watching an old Ms. Pac Man machine get tossed from the roof as “must see tv”).
On more thing, not from this weekend, but about tonight: Mark asked for me to pass it along (sorry for being kinda late with this!)… the 411 on a chiptune show that’s going on in the Lower East Side. I’m gonna try to check it out, that is, if this whole city doesn’t blow up by then.
