Archive for September, 2002

On the 16-bit pornographic terrorist taser training game.

Wednesday, September 4th, 2002

I feel much better now, having played a bunch of really old games packed into this single arcade cabinet that Seiji and I monopolized for the few hours we were there.
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This is not your beautiful wife!

Wednesday, September 4th, 2002

Have you ever had a day in which you just didn’t seem to fit in the world anymore? I mean, you wake up and immediately want to go back to sleep, because what you see, what you experience, is coming up negative on the memory search. Everything you know is wrong!

Well, guess what sort of day I had. Go ahead.
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