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I pretty much only play old-school video games (can't get the hang of an x-box AT ALL but i'll kick your ass at Mario Kart on my N-64), and my NDS keeps shutting itself off if I accidentally bump it against anything. I think the battery must be loose but it's driving me frickin nuts and if anyone has suggestions for old fucking game systems such as this one that would be great cos it keeps interrupting Spirit Tracks. Which is not even that great, Phantom Hourglass was like 6000x better.

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Hello, Internet. I'm Allergic to Cats

Internet,

I'm not sure why I've resisted the lure of the blogosphere (if that's still what the cool kids are calling it) for as long as I have. Maybe it's because I'm verbose and I believed the medium, like Twitter, was made for quick think pieces and Mean Girls gifs for the ADD crowd, and failing that, they'd get the dreaded "tl;dr." Maybe it's because I identify as a writer and I snobbishly thought the format below me, or worse, self-indulgent. Maybe, and most likely, it's because I'm lazy to the point of something terminal. It's probably a composite of all three. But mostly the lazy thing.

I, like the greatest minds of my played Ginsburg-alluding generation, spend a lot of time on you, Internet, and you foster this laziness. I can identify the niceties of Rage Face memes and have seen countless variations of Scarlett Johansson and Leo DiCaprio's only extant un-photogenic moments. I am proficient in the Millennial pastime of scrolling through BuzzFeed for nostalgic remembrances of a decade only two decades out. Something in the character of my age group marks us as simultaneously always and never bored care of our time with you.

http://www.memecenter.com/fun/154840/louis-ck-skit-you-dont-get-to-be-bored

Our culture, as I have discussed at length over singles in Mario Tennis on N-64 with my roommate (an almost 14-year-old game), has plateaued to the point of references-for-substance. This may be rambling and really have no connection to my initial thesis, but dammit if that doesn't just prove my point in some way! But wait, it does connect, cause you are the catchall, a cultural atom smasher, and the zeitgeisty tool with which we waste copious amounts of time with very little effort and that's why I was apprehensive to get too involved. The use of you has its price.

Much as I am with ragweed, mold and the ubiquitous (ubiKITTYous) web icon of slaughtered syntax that is the domestic feline, I am allergic to you, Internet. I am allergic to cats, that other stuff, and I am allergic to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYnkDWNXQpU

You slow me down. You mitigate my keen senses and fog my mental clarity. You clutter my cognitive sinuses with a mucous of popular discharge, provide unhealthy substitutions for face-to-face interface and intimacy and enable the worst of my reference-making.

Writing (on Word or Finaldraft) is meant to be my escape from your insidious and insipid influence. So why would I ever endeavor to start a blog on you? A blog with GIFs. A blog with multimedia! A blog with all the dumb, bloggy, tropey, miasmatic morass of spare parts and false nostalgia driving me like some fiber-optic siren to the crags of frozen development and 'net hermitage?

If you're waiting for an answer, I'm not sure I have one. But I'll give it a try: because I'm moving, like Gretzky, to where the puck will be. This is the way we're going. This is the new memoir, or letter correspondence or, I don't know, Victorian silhouette. The reasons I had for pulling so hard the other way were misguided. I like you, Internet. I like that you're a weird thing that we don't-know-what-it-is quite-yet-that's-exciting-for-exactly-that-reason. You don't, as I have charged, inhibit real connection between people, you create new ways to connect and discover. You provide a common idiom. You make a Korean pop star a global brand that performs at the White House on freaking Christmas, give a lower-class, Canadian preteen singer-songwriter a platform for his music, a crazily devoted following and a perhaps more fervent hate group (in any case, it's something to rally behind). You fulfill, via Anton Dodds, Rebecca Black, Tay Zondee, Star Wars Kid and scores more, Andy Warhol's prophecy.

So why, truly, have I delayed my own, humble contribution to you, whom I get so much from? It was not simply sloth. It was in part. But not the biggest part. It was cowardice. But of what order? Was I afraid, like Cain, my offering would be spurned, spit back up at me in rebuke? In a world where Jenna Marbles is not only not stoned but supported and celebrated like the gimp kid hoisted on the shoulders of his teammates after the big win in an 80's underdog sports movie, this seems unlikely. Before any fear of feedback from your users it's the fear of making the first move with you. I am afraid of you, this thing, I spend inordinate hours before the altar of and your ultimate influence over me. But why should this fear, this allergy, stop me?

Do I cower behind my desk on a beautiful day because the pollen's bad, or forego the delicious treats made in the homes of cat owners? Fuck no. I go to a sterile-looking office where they sit me down and perform something called a "scratch test" a medieval barber-type ritual where they poke my arm with things that are bad for me, make me sit there for ten minutes developing welts I can't scratch and then have me come back every week to jab me with needles filled with an exponentially more concentrated form of those bad things and deal with that shit. That's right! I take care of it. I confront it, and now, I'm slightly less allergic.

Consider this blog my scratch test, and you're welcome for the skeevies.

-P

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Nintendo-64 for Free

For almost 15 years, Aaron lugged around his Nintendo-64 console. He was reluctant to give it away, but without time to play, the console lay dormant in it's box.

A recent move to New York City called for “some hard decisions,” as Aaron put it. “I was going to try and sell it, but in the end just wanted to see it go to someone who would actually use and enjoy it. :)”

Meanwhile, James, Aaron’s good friend, had taken his own N-64 out of storage recently, only to find that his console was no longer working and that it was missing a controller. James was bummed.

Serendipity can be a funny thing, especially on Bondsy. Aaron tweeted his Bondsy post and within seconds, James grabbed the console and 4 games, including GoldenEye, for free. It was a mere one day from James’ disappointing discovery of his own malfunctioning N-64.

Now James can channel his inner Bondsy as James Bond in GoldenEye. #slappersonly!

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