Andrew Otis Weiss

They're not really my thing. If they want to keep making them, fine by me

BUT

for the love of Alex Kidd, they really need to be bundling the otherwise unported/unavailable arcade game extras into their own releases.

some cool finds amidst the tape transfer dross these past two days

The only way we should be like the enemy is to throw hands like we mean it, which centrists will never do.

It's ironic that the same factors which kept good things from happening with the US gov't are now the firewall against worse thing happening.

A sluggish beast coasting on inertia.

If as if a sports team with a notoriously rabid fanbase went into the playoffs saying "the only way we can lose is if the other side cheats" while knowing all its best players are on the injured list or off on some extended cocaine binge, and the team wasn't that hot to begin with that season.

2024 was a referendum on Biden's clusterfuck of tonedeaf policies and worse messaging.

All of this shit is about seeding the post-tsunami narrative that the manbaby-in-chief didn't cause the death of the GOP.

It's an ego salve for a dementia patient, not a practical plan.

They depend on normies and establishment types having "faith in the system" to maintain control. Strip any pretense of that away, and ropes and lampposts become much more of a possibility.

After Minneapolis, I think the risk of a general strike, soft succession, and the resulting economic freefall makes this kind of shit *waaaaaaay* too risky for a lot of the folks the admin would need to go along with any such scheme.

Also, when you're significantly underwater with white suburban women, independents, and voters without a college degree, the GOP's bag of thumb on the scale tricks aren't going to be of much use.

Look, I dig through retrotrash as a hobby.

I've seen a LOT of bizarre and disturbing shit in the process.

It takes quite a bit to phase me these days.

That said...

...WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS THIS.

On one hand, cool, I could probably swing it through my paternal grandfather’s birth mother.

On the other hand, my maternal grandfather’s people came over on the Mayflower and fuck if I cede this place, as problematic as it is, to a bunch of fascist pricks.

My Gigio?

Topo.

There’s even a photo.

Age verification? I stood shoulder to shoulder with my brother warlock in the Prison of Elders to bring down Skolas, Kell of Kells, my trusty Fatebringer spitting explosive death as the darkness closed in around us.

I laughed until I cried, this is pure joy.

So many cars that looked cool as hell but would literally shed parts so the curbsides looked like junkyards.

If I was given a fresh chance to win over a voting bloc that traditionally leaned against me, I simply would not make a huge portion of my platform into “these people are criminal monsters, including preschoolers.”

But I’m wired differently.

These are the folks who were crowing the PERMANENT REALIGNMENT of Latinx voters in 2024, then spent the next 13 months persecuting and trying to one up each other with racist hysteria against them.

And now they want a witch hunt against a halftime show that celebrated their heritage.

Growing up in North Woburn in the 1970s permanently imprinted the downmarket trash fastback as *the* platonic form for an automobile.

The cat piss stink of desperation from a performer who knows they've lost the crowd, and worse -- *knows* they don't have the material or flexibility to win it back.

Stuck going through the motions as the noose tightens and the angry murmurs get louder by the second.

“Quiet and slightly sad” with maybe a hint of dry wit is more effective than a Porsche.

Also: having some wildcard area of interest suggesting that you aren’t a Taco Bell menu item of “guyness.”

“This shit will become so toxic over the next three decades it will literally kill and mentally maim people!”

watching this 1997 piece on online fandom is like cooing over a mogwai just before stuffing him with a pork roast at 12:05 AM

Henri discovered the storage pouches hanging off the back of the attic door.

just remembered that one of the Old Man's cats in Logan's Run is named Henry, and ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED

Something you don’t see discussed a lot with American PS2 nostalgia was the absolute stranglehold SOCOM 2 multiplayer had on Gen X dads. If you had opinions on David Lee Roth vs Sammy Hagar, this was your Halo.

I keep meaning to give those games another shot.

For a while in my early twenties, I dyed my devilock orange-red and that plus my WASP-y features led Maura to say I looked like a fox, and "Maidrin Rua" means red fox and was a trad Irish song covered by the Pogues....

It could also mean "Red Vagabond" which fit my slacker radical deal perfectly.