Me too. My favorite memories come from Unreal Tournament on Dreamcast. I had this terrible, ancient LCD projector that overheated and turned off over and over again. It had to be opened, so to block the light I stuck a black sheet over it and stuck a fan in the window.

We had a huge screen that honestly was probably barely visible, and we had a blast.

lol, it’s like saying, “Nuh uh! Bundy didn’t kill anyone. He said so himself!” (pre-confession).

How funny!

I feel you. I pretty much exclusively play 80s and 90s games.

You want some fun that is modern, somehow ancient, and beautiful? Oh, and challenging, but if you persist it is very rewarding?

Cuphead. I fucking love that game. I play it and replay it and play it some more. I have waaaaaay too many hours in that game on Steam and on Switch. I think it’s the only game I ever got all achievements on.

Me too. I worked in a call center in the mid 2000s and you couldn’t hear yourself think for it. Everyone was told to turn them off but no one did. Every text, every call, the Razr made her call into the headsets.

Behdehdet behdedet

Yeah that describes me pretty well, but I’m not bummed. I mean, not really.

I don’t know. I could use therapy, but I must not have been honest enough because through my drug rehab program I was in therapy and they decided that I didn’t need it any more. They said that if I felt like I did, I could tell them, but I always want to just grab my meds, joke with the doctor, and get out of there.

I don’t know. If I am depressed I’m surviving. I wasn’t surviving before. I was just paralyzed and waiting for death. I felt like a living thing though without having to think about it, but I didn’t want to be a living thing. Now I do, and my life is objectively a mess but I’m doing better than I ever have, so it’s hard to say I’m depressed when I’m doing better than ever.

Life is a challenge, and that sucks because so far for me, it has flown by.

Eh, maybe I am depressed. I was miserable when I was younger though and I’ll take what I have now any day haha.

I appreciate that.

Thank you for listening to it, and definitely thank you for adding it to your library.

That’s actually how I heard of Elliott Smith. I put a couple songs on mp3.com when I was a teenager and several people compared me to him. I listened and I’ve been hooked since. It’s funny, because after I listened to him his influence poured into everything I did after.

Seriously thank you for listening. For fun, here’s one of my favorites that I ever did. Hope you like it too. I was probably 22 when I did this one.

https://mega.nz/file/E00nzD7C#DGOB4O51EalvIREhqAepIe98jvrVIeagR8jcPbmNGgk

And now I’ve shared two. :)

I just wish I had the desire to make friends or keep them. Every step we take in this world requires other people, and yet the most exhausting thing in this world to me is company. I can’t have a career of any kind because the whole idea of doing a social dance makes me want to vomit. It just isn’t in me.

I’m not depressed, at least I don’t think I am. I don’t really feel sad.

I always wanted to be a musician and I recorded a lot of songs when I was younger. I got pretty good at it even, and then I just stopped one day because I stopped feeling sad. I never shared any of it really. I still play, I just don’t take it seriously or write any more. I want to, because I put so much of myself into it. When I listen to a record I love, all I can do after is dream about making something that someone would love that much, but even if I did I’d never put it out there.

I don’t even know why I typed this out. Your comment just opened me up I guess.

Fuck it. Here’s one of those songs I wrote a thousand years ago.

https://mega.nz/file/c0lkyZiT#MrSCD8ZCK_W5QmU5hekJrhhP-J3tGKUHvpAR748MQ10

There, now I’ve shared one.

I had an amazing collection of Dreamcast games. I paid squat for them. Nobody wanted them and I got them all for next to nothing at a local game shop. Games that are very rare today, I paid like 6 bucks for.

My best friend and I played regularly when we were roommates in the mid 2000s.

He got married and moved out. One day he said, “Hey bro, can I borrow your Dreamcast and games so I can play them and bond with my stepson?” “Sure man, just take care of them.”

I heard from a mutual friend that he moved so I called him and asked him about my Dreamcast. “Oh I’m sorry bro, it got left at the old place and I have no idea what happened to it.”

I still randomly have a desire to go to his house and ask him to show me something he takes pride in and then break it before his eyes.

We’re talking thousands of dollars now. Grrrr. Not that I’d sell them, but that’s part of why I’m so damn angry about it.

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I’ll never forget it.

Pam?

Archer?

I lost my account back then when the big hack happened near the end of the PS3 era. I haven’t looked back. I called, I begged, and as far as I could tell everyone else was good to go.

I only got the PS3 so I could game with my childhood friends. They eventually stopped playing together anyway after a bunch of us died off to the opioid epidemic.

I grew up in the evangelical movement. I heard over and over and over again (some variation of this) when I was a kid, “The nation that refuses to aid Israel will fall! All of those who turn their backs on the Jews will burn when god returns.”

Those people are deadly serious too. It wouldn’t matter what Israel does.

That is religion. It is crazy to me that we live in this age with endless knowledge at our fingertips and people still believe all of this nonsense.

We can look into the belief systems and religions of people from all over the world, and somehow the majority of us can’t look at our own systems and realize that it’s all bullshit.

You can hear the teachers in rural India say, “The caste system is the will of God! How can you question the will of god?” A couple clicks later and you can hear a child Imam saying, “How can there be any god besides Allah?!” A few more clicks, you can hear a rabbi say, “We are the people chosen by god!” A couple more clicks and you hear the preacher say, “All other gods are false gods. Only our son of god is the one true god!” Hell, you can go down a rabbit hole of all the “gods” currently living with lucky followers of the one true living god right here, right now. Vissarion in Siberia gave those lucky bastards the Last Testament they’ll ever need to read. Imagine being lucky enough to shake your god’s hand and watch him prance around in white and burgundy robes and grow old before your eyes.

There are so many one true gods out there. You’d think that alone would make people think and question their own one true god. Nope. Not only do the majority of us keep putting our hands together and saying amen, we got folks out here making brand new gods today for future people to fight and die for.

It’s amazing.

I seen a video yesterday about how people in Japan hire people to quit their jobs. The girl said she spent a lot of time being grilled and felt like she owed the boss an apology.

Not Nintendo, still, I found it interesting.

As a cockeyed person, it doesn’t bother me. People rarely say anything. Sometimes you can catch people being confused about which eye to look into but it’s brief.

I did have a kid say to me one time, “Wow, your eyes are like, seriously crossed!” I acted surprised and said, “Seriously? Oh my god! Do you think other people notice?” She felt bad about it and said, “No! No! It’s just where I was standing. I doubt anyone ever seen it.” :p

My eyes are nowhere near as bad as biggie’s though because my sweet mother got me surgery when I was 5 years old. I still thank her for it regularly.

Space Ghost Coast to Coast though.