When I first heard about City of Heroes, the endless possibilities, being a superhero, the missions, the abilities, the group tasks, the… oh, let’s cut it short: I didn’t care about any of it.
All right. It’s time to go public with this: Yes, I’m a curmudgeon. Yes, I’m getting old. Yes, the world, generally speaking, is totally getting on my nerves.
Today we travel through the genre of Slender-Likes and meanwhile talk about Pac-Man and true horror.
When I mess up a trick in “Skatebird,” my budgie plops off the board, rolls motionless across the floor, and eventually comes to a stop. In this frozen state, he always reminds me of the morning when I was a kid and found that my budgie Ricky had died overnight and fallen off his perch onto the cage floor.
If these two children didn’t look so reproachful all the time, I would definitely have more fun in this open world. But they look as if I had infected their grandmother with an extremely unpleasant itchy venereal disease, which means that she no longer has to spend her pension on sweets, but on anti-itch ointment.
“I can remember it very clearly” is a lie. Either you’re lying to yourself or you’re lying to another person. Dr. House always says, “All people lie.” I couldn’t agree more. And sometimes they even lie to themselves without realizing it. Nobody can remember anything exactly. Everything is always different. Always. And here is the proof.
My first date in my own four walls probably went just as chaotically as everyone else’s: While I was dealing with my visitor, a double bed was delivered in the background so that the sex that was to come later would not be too uncomfortable.
When I was a little kid, every now and then I would go with my parents to the local wave pool to swim.