Tim: Which button do I press to make the blocks explode? EGM: Sorry, they don't explode. Becky: This is boring. Maybe if it had characters and stuff and different levels, it would be OK. If things blew up or something or—And from a review of Pong, which I remember playing at a friend's house when I was about six:
John: In this thing? [Points to the Pong game console] Tim: I would never pay to play something like this. John: I'd sooner jump up and down on one foot. By the way, is this supposed to be tennis or Ping-Pong? Becky: Ping-Pong. Gordon: It doesn't even go over the net. It goes through it. I don't even think that thing in the middle is a net. Tim: My line is so beating the heck out of your stupid line. Fear my pink line. You have no chance. I am the undisputed lord of virtual tennis. [Misses ball] Whoops. John: Tim, how could you miss that? It was going like 1 m.p.h. Sheldon: Hey, why does it say Sears on the controller? EGM: Sears sold it for Atari. Andrew: Isn't Sears, like, a clothing company? Becky: Sears makes everything. Actually, I've never been in there.A few weeks ago, I realized that "Classic Rock" stations were now playing songs that were released when I was in high school. Posted by johndan at October 17, 2003 10:43 AM | TrackBack
Even more depressing than the classic rock is the fact that AMC is now showing films that I first saw in college!
Posted by: Samantha at October 17, 2003 11:52 AMYes, but in only a couple of decades, our memories will have deteriorated to the point that the classics will be new to us.
Posted by: Johndan at October 17, 2003 05:38 PM