My eyes read “pearl jam”. My brain read “pearl jam”. But my memory of what “pearl jam” was, deleted “pearl jam” and inserted “space jam”.
So even though I was reading and thinking pearl jam, I was also remembering that pearl jam is a 1990s half live action, half cartoon movie starring the looney toons and micheal jordan in an attempt to play basketball better than some aliens for some reason.
That’s pearl jam, alright?
I know! I KNEW I had to repeatedly emphasize that I’m not joking. I KNEW it sounded batshit insane from the perspective of someone who’s never heard of it. And even after all the reassurance from me that it DID exist, your first instinct was still “This guys full of shit! Let’s confirm with google…oh.”
…I think you might have just been thinking a game released in 2000, so probably in development in 1996, and running on dreamcast hardware would ever do great things with human voice translation.
I’ve only ever had 1 mic. It still works today. I mean the software was never great at understanding, but you gotta remember it’s essentially a glorified tamagachi with hardware ambitions that were probably pushing the breaking point of technology of the dreamcast.
No…in the old days it made each console feel different. There might be SOME overlap between the SNES and the Genesis, but for the most part they’re entirely different libraries.
But if you’re trying to have console wars on any generation since the PS3, then it’s just stupid. It’s like 90% shared libraries, so the few exclusives don’t mean shit. There’s no personality to the consoles anymore.
Except Nintendo. Nintendo does weird things on their own path.
Civ…7 is coming out??? Oh! Oh! So I guess I’m just going to need a time machine??? Is that it??? Because I’m an adult now!!! Working 6 damn days a week!!! Explain how I can just stop time, and spend 72 hours straight fighting off Gondi and his aggressive ass nukes!!! Explain that shit to me!!! Already work 16 hours a day 6 days a week! Now I gotta defend the world from nukes through politics, and science, and WE ALREADY KNOW WE’RE ALREADY GOING TO BUILD AN ARMY AND BLOW EVERYONE UP!!! WHY WE GOTTA DANCE THIS DANCE???
huffs…huffs…huffs…
So how’s everybodys day going? Ready for Thanksgiving? I sure am looking forward to relatives you only twice a year getting drunk and talking politics 3 weeks after the election! What could go wrong???
Hmmmmm…maybe butter knives are the sharpest thing I should put on this table…
the only person on the planet that believes influencers as far as I can throw them.
This phrase doesn’t work though. Unless you’re some body builder type, and can throw them really really far.
But even that doesn’t make sense either. Because if you said
“I only trust this guy 18 feet…”
the other person would say
“…18 feet? What? What does THAT mean???”
And you would say “What??? You think you can throw a man 19 feet??? Ok. Go grab him. Go. Go grab that man, and throw him 19 feet. Show me.”
At about this time I think they would just call the cops, assuming you have mental problems, and violent tendancies.
Which to be fair…yeah. You’re over here talking about how far you can pick another man up against their will, and how far you can throw them.
Although, how have we never made that an olympic event? You get a bunch of fat guys in a bar, and some body builder muscleheads, and see who wins. If the fat guy can escape, his time to escape is measured. Fastest fat guy gets the medal. Or, if he gets thrown, farthest throw distance wins the medal.
I’d watch that.
I’d accept the job, and then write the WORST assballs articles about how Mario isn’t trying to save the princess. He’s hunting her down to get more mushrooms. She’s not being kidnapped. She’s spending quality time with her husband. She’s not a princess. She works at a white castle. Which back in the 80s, still had some of the old royal castle buildings in use.
And Luigi isn’t his frightened little brother who won’t go on adventures because he’s scared. He’s just some guy who cleans and flips houses.
And Princess isn’t surrounded by her toads loyal servicemen. Those are dildos. Yes, ALL of them.
And then when they reject my work, I’d be like “Oh…then you are NOT going to like my article of pacman taking drugs and being racist…”
Bowtie, but also, maybe add a vest and a cane?