Four Panels, All Text

SCENE: A suburban home, outside.

Narrator: "The places have changed."

SCENE: A line-up of obsolete consoles.

Narrator: "The methods have changed."

SCENE: Interior, a common apartment.

Narrator: "But for the past twenty five years, some gamers have been doing one thing."
Gamer: "YOU LITTLE BASTARDS. STOP RUNNING."

SCENE: Adorable RPG battle scene.

Narrator: "Hunting metal slimes."
Gamer: "GET BACK HERE AND LET ME WHACK THE EXPERIENCE OUT OF YOUR SHINY LITTLE BODIES!"

I wasn't gonna post about this, but.

Some of you darling gamer loonies out there are almost certainly going to enjoy Recettear: An Item Shop Tale. Run an item shop. Attempt to get out of debt. Read funny dialogue. Be sad because it's only a demo. Go back and play the Zelda-esqe dungeon adventure segments some more.

This game is still looking for a publisher (yes, they're trying to get it on Steam) but they're hoping for a mid-August release for about $20. I personally am sad I cannot buy it RIGHT NOW.

Ups, Downs, and Conversational Topics You Didn't Need To Hear...

So we discovered a hot dog place in Maynard a couple weeks ago, and I got all excited. Their menu looked DELICIOUS. They claimed to have FOUR KINDS of mustard. I was FINALLY going to get to see why celery salt was a desirable condiment.

Inevitably, they were closed today when we stopped. Like, out of business forever closed.

I'LL NEVER LOVE AGAIN! MY WORLD IS ENDING...

...Except not. We went to Wendy's instead and spent some time on the way back ... uh, blathering, as we do. This conversation is not safe for anyone, particularly not anyone with a brain, so I'm cutting it.

( About Fairly Oddparents porn, economics, and Spice & Wolf. )