I can verify that as of three decades ago there were roads in that neighborhood that if not dirt were at least not solid pavement. The same was true in Berkeley, however, as recently as five years ago.
Whoa whoa whoa there. Only within clearly defined limits.
You go, OtherKids! Happy for you, dude. My kids similarly move seamlessly between murder simulators on the X360 (bad) and Bubble Bobble or Elevator Action on MAME (hurray). Maybe a cabinet build in your futureā¦?
well, you have to look up to find a pen or pencil to rant silently back at your book.
Boston says go yourself!
Oh gods. I saw one of those not two days ago. Creeeeeeeeepy (and strangely satisfying in a way I wanted to immediately disengage with)
I need to visit my parents and dig out that old pre-1850 health advice book again.
In the chapter about masturbation and how to prevent children from enjoying it, they recommended keeping books that excite the young peopleās minds and give them ideas away from them. And I do not think they were talking about actual porn literature.
BTW: That whole section was written in an entirely reasonable tone, referring to the well-known negative effects of masturbation, even quoting several authorities from the medical sciences. It was entirely devoid of religious or moral injunctions. I wonder which things we now know to be obviously bad for scientific reasons, that actually arenāt.
That said, I love watching how judgmental and preachy people get about how allegedly judgmental and preachy these signs are.
Gosh, wouldnāt I and the kids love a dedicated cabinet? Wouldnāt it fall apart if I built it?
Haht you, ya hahtinā southie!
An old neighbour of mine scored for an OG Space Invaders cabinet back in the 90s. He had (well, I say had, there may have been alternatives) to smash the banister post to splinters the get it up the stairs to his flat. Fortunately (?) He was a massive speed freak, so he spent the next two days gluing said splinters back together then sanding & painting. It was pretty impressive work, you could hardly tell. Turned out heā been sold a pup, and the mobos were b0rked in the cabinet though.
ā¦how do you play grabass in chat? Have I been doing it wrong all these years?
You know, that honestly, seriously could be my mother. Except for the five million dollar part.
I cannot understand this crazy moon-language you speak.
In the 1970s it used to be about TV ā in the 1950s comic books. Heck even in the 19th century people complained about āpointlessā escapist fiction. Thereās always some form of new entertainment that others see as a time-wasting cancer.
He used to share his speed with me, so that might be why.
Obligatory:
Fucken jackholes: If theyād just look away from their content and talk to one another!
Uh, how do you know thatā¦? Even if she had to when she started, by now sheās probably friends with a lot of smart marketing execs from toy distributors.