Zelda Classic … has been developed into an exact replica of the NES version that we all know and love… [it] allows the development of new quests that can use either the traditional graphics or enhanced graphics, as well as new enemies, items, and challenges.
Web link of note: Zelda Classic
step one: tell everyone “core” hours are 10-6
step two: wait a few years
step three: tell team there is a meeting at 8 am
step four: break brian’s car
step five: don’t show up to own meeting. Laugh maniacally.
Damn I’m wiped. I took public transportation for the first time to this job to get to a meeting that even the manager who called it was late for. Whee!Too bad I’m broke; normally I would treat myself to something today.
DGIES: step six: head mounted on a pike as a warning to others
SOWINGS: step seven: profit
DGIES: that’s a different plan
DGIES: 1. steal team’s underpants
DGIES: 2. ???
DGIES: 3. profit!
SOWINGS: maybe step 2 there is “don’t show up to your own meeting”
I was looking for an address in Oakland recently, and I realized it was fairly close to where I remember my parents said they lived when they were students in college. So I looked on Google maps and Yahoo maps, trying to find “Grove street,” where I know they lived.What’s weird is in Palo Alto, we also lived on Grove Avenue. And in GTA: San Andreas, the gang you start out in is called the Grove Street Families. I guess I’m part of the Family. But what’s weirder- I couldn’t find Grove Street on a map. I found a bunch of businesses though… then I realized that when my parents lived there, it was the late 1960s. Grove Street is now called Martin Luther King Jr Way. The Grove Street Market and the Grove Street Body Shop are both on MLK.
Our cat Snorkel was from there; she was an older streetwise cat who grew up in the ghetto. She was a bossy mama cat; she actually belonged to a neighbor there who gave her her horrible name (she was a black cat). He got a Dalmatian puppy, and shortly thereafter during a rainstorm Snorkel adopted my parents, scratching at the door and carrying in her new litter of kittens one by one. They named them Spanky, Sparky, and Spud, and for a long time Spanky lived with my aunt, the remaining cats being given away. Snorkel was definitely the mother type; she was the first cat I knew and she was extremely bossy. If we cried as children, she would meow at us until we stopped, and she would fetch my mom to address whatever it was we were complaining about. Now when she is long gone and we are grown adults, when we do impressions of her (“you take care of your kids!”) we give her a older, bossy African American accent- she’s a mother from Oakland, the kind of mom you don’t mess around with; if she was a human she’d grab you by your ear while she yells at you. “Yes ma’am.”
DOC BROWN: You’re not thinking fourth dimensionally Marty!
MARTY MCFLY: Yeah I know, I have a real problem with that.
I can’t figure out what this collar site is… it’s a list of collar styles and other clothing attributes, or perhaps a quiz site for Chinese tailors learning English. Tres odd.
A service which converts your photo into something that looks like either a Warhol or a Lichtenstein print.It’s a pretty good deal at around $100, but I think if you are at all skilled in Photoshop or Illustrator you could do it yourself!
Web link of note: All Pop Art
We saw some of her prints at APE and they were pretty cool- it was the one called “dream a little dream” (under “Drawings”) where a girl wakes up and a heart-shaped hole has been neatly excised out of her chest, all the way through her torso. If I had a house I would have bought some of her prints! No wall space, you see.I also like the Decembrists poster with the whale in the sling. Just in case someone wants to buy it for me.
Web link of note: Tara McPherson