Lorraine Says: Hardcore Gamer

I'm a nerd. And a dork. Not a geek. Let's talk about how I'm not a geek. I touched briefly in my last post, how I'm all over the place with my interests. I have a -throw the spaghetti up against the wall and see if it sticks- approach to my hobbies. Things rarely stick for very long.

I feel like I should perhaps up my geekiness. I'll be honest and say that I I really thought about all this because TheSovietChairman is always telling me I should play this game or that game or some Monster game, I dunno. I'm not a gamer. I mean, I have nothing against video games, but it just never worked out for me. Mostly because my parents weren't into funding a gaming habit. Here's all I've ever experienced in games:

1.  Hellz yeah, we owned an original Game Boy. It was a gift for my older sister Pink, but there wasn't a person in our family who didn't play. In fact, my father loved Tetris. One day, right after dinner, he picked up the Game Boy and started playing and he got dizzy and nauseous. So, from that day on, we had rules in our house about how many hours after dinner you were allowed to play Tetris. I think this might still be buried somewhere at home. It lived for a long time and then started busting batteries. One second you were playing Donkey Kong Land and the next your hands were covered in battery acid...

2. Besides an Atari that I vaguely remember always being in our house, the Sega Genesis was the only game console we ever owned. And of course by "owned" I mean "I was absolutely obsessed with."  Furthermore, when I say "owned" I want it to be known that I effin' owned Sonic the Hedgehog. Up, down, left, right cheat codes and all. I'm sure this is not much of an accomplishment at all, but I still remember it fondly. In fact, as I sit here Googling images and Wikipedia-ing information, the rush of nostalgia is inspiring me to eat more cookies. How serious is it? I found, and absolutely remembered, note for note, the music. I shall share with you my favorite track from what was always my favorite level to play:

Awesome, eh? Also, check out these graphics:

Robotic looking palm trees anyone?

I swear to Bob that there was a 7up bottle cap game we used to rent from a local video store (next to the Pussy Cat Theater. Hey, daddy! What's that...?) I briefly looked for it but no one wants to remember. Also, also: Toe Jam and Earl. No, seriously. Before looking it up again, all I remembered about the game was cheese on the floor, mailboxes that beat you up, elevators, and the name is TOE JAM AND EARL. Oh, childhood. So amazing.

I don't know guys. Looking back on all these memories and impressive gaming skillz, I think I may have a little geek in me. No? No? Not at all? Whatevs, man.

I leave you with your song of the day:

OH! And I was walking around barefoot at dance practice yesterday and I cut the bottom of my foot. It's itty bitty, but it's making my entire foot feel like it's on fire. Thankfully, I'd just painted my nails neon green and they look super cute. I'm not sure what that has to do with anything really.

Kisses!

&lor