...just like that.
For some reason I've been thinking about conformity lately. That probably spurred from one of the random thoughts I have when I'm inevitably wakened by some nutjob screaming his ass off in the hallway at 3 AM (Although this particular night, it was more like five nutjobs). It's amazing how so many different people, from so many interesting backgrounds can end up being exactly the freaking same. I think that's retarded. Keep in mind that I've generally been a conformist since about the age of four.
On a totally different note, I spent a fair amount of time today checking out old Super Nintendo roms (the ones not protected by the ESA, and therefore 'legal' to download). I was raised Catholic, so I feel I should confess my sins: I tried out Barbie: Super Model. Not only did I play it, but I had my ass handed to me on a silver platter, apparently proving that I have less of a right to exist than a six year old girl. Most of the other titles where (rightfully) obscure games that even my twisted mind couldn't have created, although I enjoyed the Japanese game Go Go Ackman (as far as I can tell, you're a mutated version of Trunks from the japanime Dragonball Z
who goes around beating up angels and taking their souls) and the cult classic Lemmings.
Frankly, I'm terrified at whatever message was being sent to my generation in the early 90s. I mean, Boogerman: A Pick and Flick Adventure? Oy vey.
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