It's weird - just thinking of these electronic games is giving me all sorts of associated memories, like unpacking the game on Christmas Eve, all the cookies, fudge, etc. my mom would make, the layout of the rooms in our old house (the one we tore down in '78 to build a new house in its place)....
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Man, I don't know if it's hormones or what but this
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just made me weepy. I may be too invested in my internets.
Well, I got weepy too, and I don't even POST there, just read. And have since it was Dawson's Wrap.
I didn't get weepy, but whoa.
I'm having a muffin today and it's making me happy. Is it problematic that food makes me feel better than it should.
I totally had Speak and Spell!
I didn't get weepy, but whoa.
Seriously.
I wonder what they're doing next.
Speak & Spell...man, I had one of the early ones, with buttons rather than the vinyl press-pads.
I remember the Christmas I got it. I didn't get to play with it as much as I wanted because I couldn't pry it from my grandfather's hands. He was *fascinated* with it.
Good times. Thank you, Texas Instruments.
Is it problematic that food makes me feel better than it should.
Well, (1) how happy do you think it should make you feel? and (2) how happy is it actually making you feel?
I mean, if you think a muffin should make you feel "Ah, what a pleasant tasting foodstuff," but it's actually making you jump up and down and scream and cry like those people who get called down on The Price Is Right, then maybe things are a little skewed.
If you, say, LIVE for your daily muffin, but then you don't get your muffin one day and it sends you into such an emotional tailspin that you can't get out of bed, then maybe things are a little skewed.
Otherwise, I say: this is a fucked-up world we live in. Bad shit happens all the time. Annoying shit happens all the time. The dog pukes on your favorite shoes. Your employer screws with your paycheck and says you owe them thousands back. Your pretty baby girl is still hanging out in the hospital instead of at home.
In the face of all that, I say take all the enjoyment you can get, and if that means a damn muffin makes you inordinately happy, then enjoy that damn muffin.
CAN I GET AN AMEN????
(Yeah, sorry about that last part; I just started to feel like a televangelist by the time I wrapped up my muffin rant.)
AMEN!
This all fits into my "be as happy as possible about the small things" philosophy, because I swear to god, if I waited around for big things to be happy about, I would not be a happy camper. Utz cheese popcorn, OTOH, I can have any time I want! More or less.