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I knew at an early age that I wanted to make a career out of writing about games, and now I have. You'll find most of my stuff right here on HonestGamers, of course, but don't be surprised if my name pops up elsewhere. Living out my dream keeps me very busy, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
I've been playing Super Mario Bros. 3 for years, and I used to think it was a perfect game. Today, though, I realized it does have one flaw: world 4 is easier than world 3.
The difference isn't huge, admittedly, but I still say world 3 is a lot rougher. It's bigger and some of the levels are definitely more vicious, requiring more attempts to clear than anything in world 4 really does. The battleship at the end of world 3 is tougher, as well.
Sometimes my back pulls. I'll wake up one morning and I can't move well. Sometimes, I can barely move at all without severe pain hitting my torso everywhere above the waist.
Fortunately, it doesn't happen very often. I very rarely suffer from real back pain, maybe a few times a year. And when I do, it's usually not of the crippling variety, or it'll be gone in a day or so.
Right now, my back is aching. It's not the sort where I can't move at all. It's the sort where putting my shoes on, walking, moving quickly, driving in the car and such hurt. It's going on the second day now.
So, I'm wondering what you all listened to when you were in high school, and what you think of that music now. For me, it's easy to compile such a list because I bought most of what I liked. At the time, I didn't really get into Pearl Jam (and still don't think they're much to be excited about) or Nirvana (which I actually like now). I don't think I've ever listened to Soundgarden, despite people around me all being said when they broke up. And I didn't buy Alice in Chains. Other stuff from that era found its way into my collection, though:
Better Than Ezra
Blessid Union of Souls
Colonel Vermon CaTaffy, a once tranquil shepherd boy, who grew up on the remote banks of the Sam Sam River in outer Mongolia with his 27 sisters, turned to terrorism at an early age.
Now, after years of pillaging innocent people, he has taken control of Outer Heaven, a small nation on the outskirts of South Africa. Here he is sole tyrant and radical dictator. He rules with bullets and bombs, and in only a few months he has outlawed democracy and turned harmless villagers into mercenaries for a global terrorist network.
But his biggest threat is yet to come. For, as an obsessed madman, he has created the Ultimate Super Weapon. It's CaTaffy's greatest dream and the world's most hideous nightmare.
My wife went to work today to pick up her first paycheck, and I drove her. While she headed to the HR department, I looked in electronics. The guy working there opened up a box and there were some Wii consoles.
I asked him if they regularly have Wii systems in stock around here, since they certainly don't seem to anywhere else. He laughed and said that they don't, that the only time they have them in is when a shipment comes in like this (and they don't even have access to information about when those shipments will come, as the vendor handles that side of things).
Long story short: I bought an extra Wii. Now I'm going to be giving it away on the site. There will be a prize drawing on December 10.
So, the site is hosted with GoDaddy. They're a pretty good host, but I finally had my first problem with them. I worked through it and still like them as a host because I'm understanding and realistic, but I thought I'd share the story so you get a feel for the work that sometimes goes on behind the scenes to keep the site running and growing.
Anyway, I had decided that I wanted to allow video files on the site. Coding the pages to do that was the easy part. I created a form and set things up so that the files would place themselves in the appropriate new folder on the server. Most of that went pretty smoothly, as expected. However, there was one minor thing that annoyed me: files larger than 8MB caused a timeout and a "This page cannot be displayed" error.
Okay, let's try something weird. I'll include the first few paragraphs of a story I've written. They are, in fact, ALL that I have written to this point. Read them. If you'd like to see more, tell me. Tell me WHAT you think should happen next. If I get enough feedback and interest, I'll settle on a suggestion (maybe) and write some more. We can keep this going for awhile, see where it goes. Interested? Read on!
You can tell a lot about a man by the smell of his farts, and Jim's told me that he'd been somewhere on the east side, where they serve burritos and enchiladas but not much else.
“Crack the window,” I said as he reached to the glove box for some Skittles.
“Man, you noticed?” he asked.
“Of course I noticed. It smells like shit.”