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Friend Codes / Re: Mario Kart Wii
« on: May 24, 2008, 01:51:30 AM »
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Video Game Chat / Re: Your family and video games
« on: May 23, 2008, 11:48:09 PM »
My mom and dad both used to be pretty big into SMB3 and SMW in the early to mid 90s, and I wasn't interested in playing them at all until probably around '94 or '95. I loved Mario is Missing, solely because I liked Luigi better than Mario, but since we didn't own it and had never found it in stores, we kept renting it.
One day while we were at the rental place, I saw SMRPG. I had no idea what an RPG was, but this was Mario and looked really cool, so we got it. I had no idea what was going on when I played it, but I still liked it, and it was even better when I started figuring it out. My mom, however, had so much fun with it that she went out and bought it. We raced to see who would finish the game first, and she won. I still remember her excitedly coming downstairs to tell me she had beaten it, and it went by too fast for her to call me up to watch it. I finally finished it a little later.
Around 2000, I finally got an N64. My mom was so confused by the three-pronged controller and overwhelmed by the 3D graphics, and I was so anxious to play it myself all day, that this was about the time she fell out of gaming.
In 2003, I got Superstar Saga, and on a whim, asked her if she wanted to play it. She didn't finish it quite as quickly as SMRPG (probably because the GBA was in my pocket more often), but she had a lot of fun with it and was pretty good at it. Unfortunately, the Bowletta fight proved to be too huge of a jump in difficulty from the rest of the game, and she never finished. (Also, one time I accidentally erased her file, and so surreptitiously played the game through to the same spot she was at in the same amount of time. But I ended up telling her anyway.)
Then in early 2007, we finally managed to pick up a Wii. They both played Wii Sports on the first day, with the rest of the family, and both found it rather intuitive and fun. Dad stayed there, usually playing golf or bowling, but also being a fill-in player when one or more of my little siblings wants to play something. Mom started gradually moving on to other games, starting with Excite Truck, which is still one of her favorite games to this day, then Elebits, which she is better at than me, and then Sonic and the Secret Rings... which didn't take as well as the others. And then Lego Star Wars, which, in addition to being a fun and hilarious game, was a good, risk-free way for her to practice moving in 3D, since you can never die.
Later in 2007, we got Mario Galaxy, and as soon as I could pry myself away from it, I had her start a file, and we played in Co-Star mode. We got three stars that first time, and once she learned to do the basic moves, I never had to do Co-Star with her again. Now she has about 100 stars, and is determined to get all of them.
Just a few days ago, she started playing Twilight Princess. She admitted that she wouldn't have been able to play it a year ago, but Galaxy, Lego Star Wars, and Elebits were gateway drugs. She's having a lot of fun with it so far, though she realizes in hindsight that it's kind of weird for Link to have a girl's name. Meanwhile, my dad just started playing Wii Fit today, and really likes it. His center of balance is pretty good, but when he does the Tree pose, he can't stay up on his left.
One day while we were at the rental place, I saw SMRPG. I had no idea what an RPG was, but this was Mario and looked really cool, so we got it. I had no idea what was going on when I played it, but I still liked it, and it was even better when I started figuring it out. My mom, however, had so much fun with it that she went out and bought it. We raced to see who would finish the game first, and she won. I still remember her excitedly coming downstairs to tell me she had beaten it, and it went by too fast for her to call me up to watch it. I finally finished it a little later.
Around 2000, I finally got an N64. My mom was so confused by the three-pronged controller and overwhelmed by the 3D graphics, and I was so anxious to play it myself all day, that this was about the time she fell out of gaming.
In 2003, I got Superstar Saga, and on a whim, asked her if she wanted to play it. She didn't finish it quite as quickly as SMRPG (probably because the GBA was in my pocket more often), but she had a lot of fun with it and was pretty good at it. Unfortunately, the Bowletta fight proved to be too huge of a jump in difficulty from the rest of the game, and she never finished. (Also, one time I accidentally erased her file, and so surreptitiously played the game through to the same spot she was at in the same amount of time. But I ended up telling her anyway.)
Then in early 2007, we finally managed to pick up a Wii. They both played Wii Sports on the first day, with the rest of the family, and both found it rather intuitive and fun. Dad stayed there, usually playing golf or bowling, but also being a fill-in player when one or more of my little siblings wants to play something. Mom started gradually moving on to other games, starting with Excite Truck, which is still one of her favorite games to this day, then Elebits, which she is better at than me, and then Sonic and the Secret Rings... which didn't take as well as the others. And then Lego Star Wars, which, in addition to being a fun and hilarious game, was a good, risk-free way for her to practice moving in 3D, since you can never die.
Later in 2007, we got Mario Galaxy, and as soon as I could pry myself away from it, I had her start a file, and we played in Co-Star mode. We got three stars that first time, and once she learned to do the basic moves, I never had to do Co-Star with her again. Now she has about 100 stars, and is determined to get all of them.
Just a few days ago, she started playing Twilight Princess. She admitted that she wouldn't have been able to play it a year ago, but Galaxy, Lego Star Wars, and Elebits were gateway drugs. She's having a lot of fun with it so far, though she realizes in hindsight that it's kind of weird for Link to have a girl's name. Meanwhile, my dad just started playing Wii Fit today, and really likes it. His center of balance is pretty good, but when he does the Tree pose, he can't stay up on his left.
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Forum Games / Re: Bork'd.
« on: May 23, 2008, 11:22:37 PM »I feel so immature watching The Wiggles, but what the heck, why not.
How did I sleep this long?
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General Chat / Re: Favorite Public Sinks
« on: May 23, 2008, 06:34:27 PM »
I like automatic sinks in theory, but the water is usually about 200 degrees, and the sensors are still pretty poor quality. H and C knobs are good if there's a paper towel dispenser nearby.
What I really want are those sinks that you turn on with foot pedals. If a bathroom had those sinks, plus motion-sensing paper towel dispensers, plus either doors that push out from the inside or a long winding doorless hallway, then I could actually get clean.
What I really want are those sinks that you turn on with foot pedals. If a bathroom had those sinks, plus motion-sensing paper towel dispensers, plus either doors that push out from the inside or a long winding doorless hallway, then I could actually get clean.
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General Chat / Re: What Is Up With These Ads?
« on: May 23, 2008, 06:30:19 PM »
I keep getting ads for "certified Christian singles," with pictures of women looking a little too seductive to be certified Christians. I guess they noticed that I never clicked on them, because lately they've started with more CCS ads with pictures of men.
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General Chat / Re: Favorite toilet seat thread
« on: May 23, 2008, 06:28:00 PM »
I think I heard someone say it's National Toilet Month.
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General Chat / Re: Yet Another Toilet-Related Thread That Contributes A Lot To This Board
« on: May 23, 2008, 06:26:58 PM »
I kinda want one of those Japanese toilets that have a built-in bidet and analyze your urine and send the results to your doctor and have fully temperature-controlled seats.
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Fan Creations / Re: TMK Wii Game
« on: May 23, 2008, 06:22:21 PM »
I hope I don't have a fart attack.
EDIT: Err... in the game, I mean. Like Wario.
EDIT: Err... in the game, I mean. Like Wario.
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Mario Chat / Re: The Obligatory Super Mario War Topic (move if necessary)
« on: May 23, 2008, 10:41:57 AM »
Probably because it contains too much awesomeness for one internet.
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Mario Chat / Re: The Obligatory Super Mario War Topic (move if necessary)
« on: May 23, 2008, 04:02:40 AM »
At first I thought this was going to be about the Super Mario War ROM in TMK's emulation section, which isn't as fun as this.
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General Chat / Re: Toilet seat's Ups and Downs
« on: May 23, 2008, 03:46:09 AM »
I have always been pretty good at wordy descriptions of mundane things. I still remember a creative writing thing I did in 9th or 10th grade where I basically narrativized a partly fictional school day, putting together actual occurences from different days, like the time we tried to figure out how X can be equal to the negative square root of X over X, or the time in guitar class where we decided that instead of switching chords, we'd each pick one chord of the song to play, and the others would pretend to play it, while actually holding their chord for later.
It wasn't really thought-out, though. My stuff like this pretty much just gets dumped out in order. I might have gone back and revised it a little if I wasn't typing on my Wii, with only a two-line display, but probably not much. I hardly ever look over anything I write before finishing it. I finish my first draft of 15-page papers about an hour before they're due, and then just hand them in like that, and I'v always gotten good grades on them. One got an 88 after losing a full letter grade for a rather silly plagarism charge, and another got a 99. I don't know what that one point off was for, but it's probably just because that prof would never give out a 100. (That reminds me, I once got a 99 in gym back in high school, which makes no sense. Even if I had been absent or forgot my clothes one day, I'm pretty sure that would have been 5 points off. And it couldn't have been based on fitness or effort, because I certainly wasn't that good at either.) I'll usually look over multiple-choice answers again before I turn in the test, but I can't remember the last time it helped me. And the essays I write for tests feel so poorly written that I don't want to look at them again (though they usually get pretty good grades too).
I think I just wordily described the mundane again, didn't I?
It wasn't really thought-out, though. My stuff like this pretty much just gets dumped out in order. I might have gone back and revised it a little if I wasn't typing on my Wii, with only a two-line display, but probably not much. I hardly ever look over anything I write before finishing it. I finish my first draft of 15-page papers about an hour before they're due, and then just hand them in like that, and I'v always gotten good grades on them. One got an 88 after losing a full letter grade for a rather silly plagarism charge, and another got a 99. I don't know what that one point off was for, but it's probably just because that prof would never give out a 100. (That reminds me, I once got a 99 in gym back in high school, which makes no sense. Even if I had been absent or forgot my clothes one day, I'm pretty sure that would have been 5 points off. And it couldn't have been based on fitness or effort, because I certainly wasn't that good at either.) I'll usually look over multiple-choice answers again before I turn in the test, but I can't remember the last time it helped me. And the essays I write for tests feel so poorly written that I don't want to look at them again (though they usually get pretty good grades too).
I think I just wordily described the mundane again, didn't I?
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General Chat / Re: Toilet seat positioning
« on: May 23, 2008, 03:28:42 AM »
Seat down, lid up.
As I mentioned in passing in the Toilet Seat Ups And Downs topic, I always sit, despite being male. I've never had good aim, and so standing is always more trouble than it's worth. The lid is usually up, because sometimes a bathroom trip is just too urgent to take the time to open the lid, but if I've made something particularly pungent, or if something seems not to be flushing properly, I'll put it down.
As I mentioned in passing in the Toilet Seat Ups And Downs topic, I always sit, despite being male. I've never had good aim, and so standing is always more trouble than it's worth. The lid is usually up, because sometimes a bathroom trip is just too urgent to take the time to open the lid, but if I've made something particularly pungent, or if something seems not to be flushing properly, I'll put it down.
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General Chat / Re: Toilet seat's Ups and Downs
« on: May 23, 2008, 03:23:15 AM »
I used to put Super Mario Land and a Game Genie into my red Game Boy Chunky, turn on the Always Super Mario, Infinite Lives, and Walk Through All Walls codes, go into the bathroom, and play all the way to Tatanga on the toilet. Those were the good days.
I don't presume to think I can make a comprehensive list of general ups and downs for toilet seats (I'm surprised no one's made the obvious joke yet), but I can talk about good and bad experiences I've had with toilet seats.
The toilet seats in my dorm room this past semester were quite nice, in and of themselves. Normally I'm not all that fond of the U-seats, but these redeemed themselves by being shaped and angled quite conveniently for excretory purposes. However, they were virtually always tainted by the misaims of simpletons who couldn't be bothered to lift the seat beforehand (or flush, for that matter). I have never been a fan of standing (I have terrible aim), which is why the seat is such an important factor for me, but even I can figure out "Lift seat, lower pants, pee, stop peeing, raise pants, lower seat, flush toilet, wash hands." Most of the males in my hall apparently do not understand and/or care about that.
Not all the on-campus toilet seat experiences have been enjoyable, mind you. One bathroom in particular, outside the dining hall, is rather high on my enemies list. The seats are made from a rather poor-quality plastic, feeling cheap and fragile, and unable to afford the soothing cooling that only porcelain can bring. Worse, in one stall, the seating position is situated considerably higher than normal, and in addition to making it more unpleasant for my legs, which must stretch a bit, it feels as though the toilet, which is sticking out of the wall rather than the floor, will simply break off under my weight, and the cheaply made seat is accomplice to this discomforting thought.
Toilet seats in my own home have rarely been pleasant. Originally, the single toilet we had in the house -- an appealing sky blue color, made from classically thick porcelain -- was as well-suited to my lower body as could be expected, as far as my memory serves. When my late grandmother moved in with us (take note that she was not yet late at the time), we added another bathroom to the house, which, as one might expect, also brought us a new toilet, with its seat. This toilet seat, by virtue of the size of its counterpart, was noticeably smaller than its sky-blue brother, but this mattered little to me at the time, for it was still of ample size for me, and the sky-blue toilet was still there for me. Furthermore, the new toilet seat had a pleasant, furry cover (not on the layer for excretory use, but the outermost, decorative lid), and was rather comfortable to sit on simply for the purpose of pants-wearing sitting.
But one fateful day, seats began to fracture. Replacement seats were purchased from a home improvement store, without a great deal of thought. The new seats were larger, more elongated; made from carved pieces of wood, sealed with the manufacturer's sealant. The seats were more elongated than necessary, and so undesired contact could inadvertently be made with the interior of the toilet bowl, with no seat back there to prohibit such occurences. Furthermore, the seat was clearly not made out of a single piece of wood, but of at least three smaller squares glued together laterally. Before long, cracks between these pieces became evident, which also began to render the manufacturer's sealant moot.
The newer, smaller toilet had its seat replaced, this time with a stuffed vinyl seat. This was undoubtedly the worst toilet seat I can recall interacting with. Far from the cooling sensation of porcelain seats, this vinyl seat seemed to collect heat, and had an affinity for lower-body perspiration. Its sweat habit was certainly aided by the way the seat formed to the buttocks of the user, creating concave areas for sweat to pool. Alas, even attempting to switch to standing brought no relief: the overpuffiness of the lid meant that it would not allow itself to stay up, and hence the only way to avoid disaster was to lean forward and hold the seat and lid up with the free hand; not a pleasant experience. This became necessary, however, because the bathroom housing the sky-blue toilet of old, long past its glory days, was rapidly deteriorating, and no one seemed to care enough to clean it. I watched with a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes as the bathroom of my youth was slowly destroyed before my eyes, epitomizing the loss of childhood.
To make a long story short, today we have three toilets in the house. The sky-blue toilet has been put to rest, both in body and spirit. The bathroom that rose, phoenix-like, from its water-stained ashes, is home to a toilet with an even smaller seat than the second toilet. That one now has a new seat, still a bit small, but at least it's solid. The third toilet, of course, has the smallest seat of them all -- or so I am told, for I have not had the courage to try that one. I doubt I could ever pry myself free after sitting upon it, and that is a death I do not wish to die.
I don't presume to think I can make a comprehensive list of general ups and downs for toilet seats (I'm surprised no one's made the obvious joke yet), but I can talk about good and bad experiences I've had with toilet seats.
The toilet seats in my dorm room this past semester were quite nice, in and of themselves. Normally I'm not all that fond of the U-seats, but these redeemed themselves by being shaped and angled quite conveniently for excretory purposes. However, they were virtually always tainted by the misaims of simpletons who couldn't be bothered to lift the seat beforehand (or flush, for that matter). I have never been a fan of standing (I have terrible aim), which is why the seat is such an important factor for me, but even I can figure out "Lift seat, lower pants, pee, stop peeing, raise pants, lower seat, flush toilet, wash hands." Most of the males in my hall apparently do not understand and/or care about that.
Not all the on-campus toilet seat experiences have been enjoyable, mind you. One bathroom in particular, outside the dining hall, is rather high on my enemies list. The seats are made from a rather poor-quality plastic, feeling cheap and fragile, and unable to afford the soothing cooling that only porcelain can bring. Worse, in one stall, the seating position is situated considerably higher than normal, and in addition to making it more unpleasant for my legs, which must stretch a bit, it feels as though the toilet, which is sticking out of the wall rather than the floor, will simply break off under my weight, and the cheaply made seat is accomplice to this discomforting thought.
Toilet seats in my own home have rarely been pleasant. Originally, the single toilet we had in the house -- an appealing sky blue color, made from classically thick porcelain -- was as well-suited to my lower body as could be expected, as far as my memory serves. When my late grandmother moved in with us (take note that she was not yet late at the time), we added another bathroom to the house, which, as one might expect, also brought us a new toilet, with its seat. This toilet seat, by virtue of the size of its counterpart, was noticeably smaller than its sky-blue brother, but this mattered little to me at the time, for it was still of ample size for me, and the sky-blue toilet was still there for me. Furthermore, the new toilet seat had a pleasant, furry cover (not on the layer for excretory use, but the outermost, decorative lid), and was rather comfortable to sit on simply for the purpose of pants-wearing sitting.
But one fateful day, seats began to fracture. Replacement seats were purchased from a home improvement store, without a great deal of thought. The new seats were larger, more elongated; made from carved pieces of wood, sealed with the manufacturer's sealant. The seats were more elongated than necessary, and so undesired contact could inadvertently be made with the interior of the toilet bowl, with no seat back there to prohibit such occurences. Furthermore, the seat was clearly not made out of a single piece of wood, but of at least three smaller squares glued together laterally. Before long, cracks between these pieces became evident, which also began to render the manufacturer's sealant moot.
The newer, smaller toilet had its seat replaced, this time with a stuffed vinyl seat. This was undoubtedly the worst toilet seat I can recall interacting with. Far from the cooling sensation of porcelain seats, this vinyl seat seemed to collect heat, and had an affinity for lower-body perspiration. Its sweat habit was certainly aided by the way the seat formed to the buttocks of the user, creating concave areas for sweat to pool. Alas, even attempting to switch to standing brought no relief: the overpuffiness of the lid meant that it would not allow itself to stay up, and hence the only way to avoid disaster was to lean forward and hold the seat and lid up with the free hand; not a pleasant experience. This became necessary, however, because the bathroom housing the sky-blue toilet of old, long past its glory days, was rapidly deteriorating, and no one seemed to care enough to clean it. I watched with a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes as the bathroom of my youth was slowly destroyed before my eyes, epitomizing the loss of childhood.
To make a long story short, today we have three toilets in the house. The sky-blue toilet has been put to rest, both in body and spirit. The bathroom that rose, phoenix-like, from its water-stained ashes, is home to a toilet with an even smaller seat than the second toilet. That one now has a new seat, still a bit small, but at least it's solid. The third toilet, of course, has the smallest seat of them all -- or so I am told, for I have not had the courage to try that one. I doubt I could ever pry myself free after sitting upon it, and that is a death I do not wish to die.
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