Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (emulator console)

Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (emulator console)

Compulsions, as they exist in gameplay, are typical in a game once you know the pattern, so what better way to illustrate word puzzles than for Gametek, with help of 16-bit performance by Sega’s classic videogame console, to add fissioning towards the promise of a delightful and imaginary experience with Wheel of Fortune, based on the popular TV show?  A reviewer for this Genesis program who wrote for Mega magazine was probably biased about the whole ordeal because of what’s assumed from a writer to begin with: vocabulary, and lots of it!  It’s possible for a critic like that guy to be so smart in appealing to others with words that any chance for Wheel of Fortune is ruined by the very knowledge of words themselves in regards to videogame opinions, so, therefore, such an individual couldn’t possibly be an accurate representative of the public.  Look, I don’t want some extremely opinionated genius pretending to be “hip” with Sega’s crowd, okay?  Even a genius needs to represent an idiot.  As I sit here and remark on Wheel of Fortune there’s something in my ambiance for a living room like no other as far as opportunity comes knocking at the door.  I’m schizophrenic and honing my craft on game opinion through attention deficit disorder- in particular, thought broadcasting gives me the vision of a knight’s cotton candy, exhaustion leaves me able to dispute, and Garfield should sing every song by Jim Croce.  Due to the very nature of reviewing I tend to lie about what’s on my mind.  People wouldn’t see Garfield singing Jim Croce; that’s a hallucination which only resembles light in my mind and so, when I’m reviewing Wheel of Fortune for its intellectual art and visionary prizes over the fictional host’s playing field we have to connect on what’s to be emotional between us in harmony, strength, and composure for word puzzles.  Chuckling can be good for me after teachers tell me to focus, and boy, they get pretty angry!  Is a negative opinion on art really so bad that people against criticisms should have no relationship to fiction, drama, and storytelling; not even Mega?  Usually I find haters despicable for their promotions, but we’re guaranteed to discover titles in Wheel of Fortune including “Midnight Caller” and “The Naked and the Dead” although my TV’s view of the action is improved from my horizontal/vertical backseat along with bitter and soft visuals, sweet and better graphics, and, generally, improvements made based on Sega’s hardware for sports vehicles and a lady in distress named Vanna White.  Humor me here.  I’m lying.  My schizophrenia gives me enough hallucinations for me to make an excuse about my head.  Fear is all over the spectrum between equals and purities; depression is a transfer which loses my understanding of bases; fashion today is having players like me be as distanced from obstacles as possible so we know what goals take the stake in; my mom watches “Wheel of Fortune” (a taste of my smell in her nose) and can measure the size of tradition only by limited ideas unless we’re figurative on eternity; it’s as if perfections seem unlimited through our exaggerations at the surface and despicable upon inner cores.  Reviewers at times make excuses for exceptional flaws when they’re just merely characteristics.  While Mega’s spirits hang in the balance somewhere out of proportion to smart attitudes I’m here pulling my hair out.  What’s that color in our shadows?  Maybe there’s a lot of evidence out there to speculate on over Wheel of Fortune despite my appreciation of its gameplay, distress levels, money and prizes beyond belief, more generations of our TV tradition, and dining around here evidence of McDonald’s (effects on consumption but not its proposals) realized in recipe form close to “Wheel of Fortune” and the jack-lot of prizes and victories.  California, Oregon, and Hawaii don’t have as much Roman tradition as Asian traditions, yet contestants on the show, as in my Genesis game, clap and gasp from humanity’s flow into kindness, prosperity, and gentle hearts.  Why tell something false about means of demolition?  We don’t always have to go to war to be patriotic.  Active support from Wheel of Fortune takes the cake and rains on my parade just from a general mixture of equality and purity.  Someone ought to try this game out for himself.  You have my word.

https://youtu.be/Ns2KDsjkmyA

Videogame Review, Golden Axe for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (emulator)

Videogame Review, Golden Axe for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (emulator)

It’s like the original Genesis game even if its modifications help add its focus on problems you’ll find in the warrior-clad fields ranging from turtle islands to Death Adder’s castle.  Maxine Waters may be mistaken about the liberal arts as far as the eye can see because Golden Axe, from its stimulating gameplay for faults and mistakes nerds assume within moments on end, illustrates very clearly, almost too clearly, the need for violence due to crimes and acts of evil and good shown in 16-bit distress.  There’s a right to withhold as well as a right to choose on reasonable basis.  For this instance, I’m referring to Golden Axe as something of the liberal arts despite any sort related to ignition, excitement, and fantasy worlds.  Even a broken game like this one needs to be seen for verification purposes in the review industry, so, while violence itself is a problem of sorts, we can’t deny it to the execution just yet.  Death Adder killed family members who served our 3 heroes for virtues and kindness.  So, what?  Are we to have no relationship to art instead of negative opinions?  Failure on criticism is no excuse to cancel out opponents who linger on enough feeling to make votes and restaurants possible in this country, especially since the arcade original (“Golden Axe”) resembles chaos on further examination into drama along privileges for those 3 warriors, each with magical abilities if not downright swings of natural weapons, just in going against odds above all else besides directions and magnificence.  Lots in the way of obstacles need more examination from Sega and At Games for quality approval means.  Usually there’s some kind of missed physic which needs amplification by extraordinary programming for the liberal arts in videogames.  Vision in the game is excellent in the sense of froze moments since the motion goes haywire upon the very slopes over fighting between the naked and the passing.  Okay, people in the game aren’t really naked.  Warriors intermingle on means of destruction and scary appearances.  Because Maxine appears to approve the notion of God (I understand, believe me), she must be a believer in David too.  David himself as indicated in the Bible was a warrior who wanted to wipe out nonbelievers.  If anyone finds the statues of him in Italy remarkable then Golden Axe might’ve been up our alley if it weren’t for the ridiculous story Sega provides.  What do we do when programmers attempt to join with liberal arts only to obscure meanings between definitions and variety in entertainment?  Personally, I need to hate something like Golden Axe for the Sega Genesis when my warriors move their weapons and don’t hit targets because my At Games Genesis console doesn’t “feel” like it.  At Games didn’t make the Genesis game worse and failed to assert improvements at the face of it.  This game from At Games is better than the original and still pretty bad.  Man, those warriors are as crazy as David was!  We could use more information on the warrior pack for their means into revenge, wild jokes, and disruptive purpose of annihilation.  Goals do have the tendency to get fighters worked up although I’m not seeing much here.  Golden Axe is a cliche.  A Sega-affiliated magazine called Mega had lists for the “best games” and ridiculed an intellectual game named Wheel of Fortune due to inquires related to challenge, and while I agree with them on their surface of gaming, Wheel of Fortune is at least mentally stimulating because of its 4,000+ puzzles.  In comparison to the intellectual Wheel of Fortune, Golden Axe is basically “bash bash, smack, bong bong, take the turkey”.  Sorry.  Maybe Golden Axe proves the notion on immediate action.  You can’t feel alive if you’re nearly dead, so for Maxine Waters I’d recommend the liberal arts of Wheel of Fortune rather than the liberal arts of Golden Axe.  Wheel of Fortune gives us the ability to understand life even better whereas Golden Axe basically leaves us feeling dead and at negative cashflow position for violence.     

https://youtu.be/7VRP_mg8PtM

Videogame Review, Sonic the Hedgehog for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (Emulator)

Videogame Review, Sonic the Hedgehog for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (Emulator)

Sonic can touch rings which not only show the background through them but also ching after being picked up in the blue hedgehog’s reign of adventure against Robotnik.  Particulars include a lot even if the flow of gameplay is something related more to chaos than simple, everyday math.  If Sonic the Hedgehog on the Genesis has become typical to you, perhaps an improvement can be made by the programmers in regards to effective means according to physics, music, and bits of color expected from the Sonic the Hedgehog series.  For example, Mario players collect gold and Sonic players collect gold although that rare metal takes different forms depending on where they’re put, how they’re gathered, and what’s done with them in the end.  I’m reviewing Sonic the Hedgehog from the “At Games” Sega Genesis emulator console.  Gamespot has told people about its programming glitches of which, I’m sorry to say, do make the Genesis games more like errors than accomplishments unless you’re lucky or we’re considering “the good stuff” out of the Genesis library.  For example, you won’t find Golden Axe to be so different from the original that it becomes offensive, so there’s pretty good chance (especially with the cartridge slot) that you’ll find precious gems worth waiting for.  My Barbie game has worked very well on At Games’ Genesis console!  Here in Sonic the Hedgehog you’ll find obstacles which happen to portray graphics as well as mechanics in implication.  Whenever I play the Sonic game there’s a good chance I’ll run into a block-stand over a pit of lava and get my foot or arm lodged into its 2D dimension.  Still, I can appreciate how Sonic the Hedgehog is better for the original Genesis console than the Sega Master console; both videogame systems are 80’s machines that happen to portray symbols that indicate mountains and peaks for the first Sonic although the Sega Genesis, like the At Games Genesis, takes those symbols to expand space on and lays them out like a complicated sheet in a world’s horizon.  Due to glitches and errors, At Games seems to have trouble in getting a TV to display visuals of the kind without refracting over the time slots given to Sonic’s rescue of little bunnies and squirrels.  Vision on TV is like a painting who can’t keep his legs straight just from the very nature of video composite effects.  Sonic the Hedgehog is a great game for the Sega Genesis.  And yet, here I am, trying to play the Sonic game on my new Genesis only to get stuck on the visuals and graphics.  Videogames are different than movies since we have to dig into the worlds ourselves- for that matter, a programmer can take a good movie and make it into a bad videogame by his lack of working mechanical infrastructure.  English in this review appears daunting for readers who wish to play this Genesis game anyway.  That said, it’s possible to keep playing this game until you force in the entertainment, but I don’t think Sonic himself would appreciate that kind of motive.  Instead, I’d think he’d say, “Man, what a lot of problems we have here!”  At times it’s better just to read the Sonic comics.  While At Games is able to prove the notion of funding a flaw, it appears Sonic the Hedgehog on their console isn’t ripe for the time being and I’ve struggled a lot on the 2nd world.  Players and gamers have their responsibilities.  I think this Genesis game really needs to work for me to approve it.  At least Sonic still looks like a balloon who ate too many blueberries; we need more than graphics to this emulator: functions, mechanics, and results.     

https://youtu.be/-gYLL9GlsSI

Baseball Review, Chicago Cubs at Los Angeles Dodgers, June 25th 2018

Baseball Review, Chicago Cubs at Los Angeles Dodgers, June 25th 2018

I don’t like the nude pictures of Puig out there at Dodger Stadium.  Are you a business?  Well then please, don’t show me something I can’t talk about.  A lot of your top websites out there don’t allow vulgarity and it’s a showstopper for a business to reveal a naughty image which requires ignorance and madness to discuss on.  Besides, this Dodger game is just your average baseball and I can take advantage of “freedom” (an F-word) to describe my means of opinion towards the mediocre day and a subtle fascination for negativity.  Oh yes!  Remember the bullies in your school?  They didn’t always call themselves “bullies” or did they?  Funny how some of these same guys are taking a stand against bullying because they might as well stand up against themselves.  So what’s needed in academic discussion on bullying is for us to define a general knowledge about it rather than throw names out there for the dogs to chew on.  Everything discussed here is related to the Dodgers although they’ve been lost on some pointers when fans give a shot for food and prestige in the expensive city of Dodger Town.  If you really, really want to make fans uncomfortable, show them stuff nobody on Google Maps, Deviant Art, Yelp, and Christian publishing can talk about.  Slang itself goes into the dirty files of literature even if some of its classics pan out gold as unrelated to slang as to the planet Mars.  Now, Puig can have that baseball glove thrown wherever the field takes him.  We’ll be judges in the audience on him, the Dodgers, the Cubs, and even ourselves.  At least both teams are preparing for athleticism which doesn’t correlate with showers without air around us in times of weather against certain odds.  “Against all odds” is an idiom which can annoy the heck out of people who use bad words since it’s not literal enough to show obvious matter and yet lets its user withhold bias on such a phrase’s vagueness.  Don’t get me wrong about the whole vulgar thing though.  In fact, there’s no such thing as a person who’s completely clean and gentle throughout his or her whole life.  Mary Poppins is a lie.  We’re just figurative about perfection in relation to excellence when praise, criticism, and input are put on quality, especially on the notion which helps us command nature in sports entertainment and fly-balls across the spectrum between formality and eternity over athleticism upon baseball.  Look at the green fields where Dodgers and Cubs take turns among the hitters, strikeouts and pinpointed targets before you realize my opinion on their action just to the point of reversals in our literary acceptance for averages which don’t pan gold but instead mark territory for further use later.     

https://www.mlb.com/cubs/schedule/2018-06

Videogame Review, Galaxian for Atari 2600 w/ 7800 Joypad

Videogame Review, Galaxian for Atari 2600 w/ 7800 Joypad

Don’t listen to a normal gamer.  He’ll tell you something false because it’s easy to say.  Galaxian here improves with the Atari 7800 joypad even if the original 2600 joystick adds more tension to the onslaught, aliens against time, upon the little universes you probably see into for thrill and excitement depending on what your skill levels are.  It should be possible for beginners to pass the 9th world with ease despite the fact it’d take more than guts beyond level number twenty, especially if you’re poking around for high scores no matter what disappointments lead to eventual satisfaction after obstacles are improved.  Martians here come in a variety of colors!  So much appeal exists here I can’t hold myself, two hands on my Atari 7800 joypad, excitement levels as disgruntling as candy in some fancy box left behind at a grocery market due to budget inquiries.  Atari as it is now has a budget in constant flow over physical means.  My joypad is like the NES controller and is improved from its thumbstick and big red buttons; the big red buttons are bigger than the little red buttons on the NES controller and its thumbstick floats on a direction pad for what’s easy navigating for Galaxian on the Atari 2600.  Special nouns here illustrate the very materials you’ll have to deal with for a good shopping budget on video games, as money is related to discovery and compromise above all else other than jobs, wages, and allowances- for that matter, Atari is your gateway to strangeness in its forms along our galaxy in time and space over frustration when dignity becomes lessened to the point.  Victory may add our counter to the balance.  We change our minds in a free society between natives and aliens.  A normal gamer doesn’t tell you something because it’s true, for it’s easy to say, and who wants to get into details?  Having good control on Galaxian doesn’t mean I always win though; one part is not the horizon even if all the things we know come together and we’re stopped at a meaning towards our vacuum in technology.  Reviewers, I try to appreciate your cryptic meanings of Britney Spears when jokes pass for what they are- even an idiot needs to buckle his shoes and the roaring crowd ought to learn something over a glass of water in fellowship of your universal diet.  Is that right?  A false calculation of loss is debilitating.  I’m the silent leak of a mirage by your rough palms to machines around timely difficulty as yet to come.  Explorations towards my controller out of soft moments change grasping at various lengths and thus allusions remain signals upon defiance, when today my proclamation stays for the Atari 7800 joypad when benefits are remarked on to less misery around TVs and computers.  I hope my head doesn’t go crazy when I fit in.  Lots of light, square feet.  There’s a message in the breeze that suits me well for better thoughts until I imagine enough.  My shed gets pretty chilly around October and November.  Light can enter if I may just let it pass my remote in hand for a living room on art and procrastination.  My player’s glove shall pull off a turn while reasons beckon like pepper across my sampled leaves, beyond command to stance following charms outside to fit perfection.  Is my body in this word?  Stained tables for outdoors which are inside and a dusty vintage thing.  Should parents need things for confidence, then they ought to go for them and ward off thoughts of defeat unless Galaxian isn’t touched or recognized for the Atari 2600.  We should worry about small tasks in gaming more than huge obligations.  At best, they’ve sacrificed more than lots.  Why not have some joy for the directions?  To say everything here with total attention as I imagine it, my parents shopped a little and hardly recovered.  Poor aliens.  Because of the special sources for my gifts from Atari and videogame companies around the world, I’ll lend players and gamers in activities my personal input on my own satisfaction no matter what teachers believe in for themselves within reason.  My living room will be the focal point for greatness.        

https://youtu.be/6ttbu0UqBFE

Album Review, “Moody Blue” by Elvis Presley

Album Review, “Moody Blue” by Elvis Presley

Elvis is only a cliche from the surface people assume because misrepresentation has occurred in the industries relating to his work.  No, his years of youth don’t represent his whole career.  This album is excellent since he dives into the sad parts of life to reign on prosperous motives he displays for approach, realistic abstractions, and visionary work.  “Teachers” on TV are usually wrong about Elvis.  Elvis’ album here (late 70’s) leaves its presumptive evidence towards love and holy pictures although we also find his other records fans of his assign comparative ages to by hoarding, organizing, and treasuring.  A standing man like Elvis resembles a business man who sneezes with a cold as the price tag drips from his nose, so I understand if the so-called “experts” on Elvis go on and on talking about his appearance on old TV showings while being hesitant of proving what his worth is on the less popular moments in his career.  We should also be aware of these teachers and experts as they give improper proportions of spirit in regards to obstacles, some for which Elvis himself would’ve needed along with his line of work.  What teachers accidentally imply from saying “education without obstacles” is that they believe people should go to school without driving anywhere; this belief alone misrepresents Elvis since he’s traveling around the world (in my notion of the past) to get from point A to point Z and beyond; in fact, “Promised Land” is something from Elvis’ late parts of his career which demonstrates his experience/learning by telling what he guesses of the United States and its surrounding places.  Not to mention, the systematic improvement of homework itself is an obstacle.  So in a lot of ways I’d rather be a better teacher of whom the schools prefer less of for cheaper alternatives, especially if it means they can give all the voting citizens of this country the right to education after they’ve decreased its quality and importance.  After all, the so-called experts are probably afraid of information, fearing it enough to make the case clear for disgruntled members of the public who call Elvis by bias instead of assured confidence.  “Moody Blue” provides us with lyrical improvements including sounds and beats to his continuance of originality.  Biographies that exist for Elvis can be sad.  For one thing, the practical father of Rock N’ Roll passes away before he can express more of his new light for art even if we’re left with his classics and forgettables.  Exchanges of songs on the road may turn a singer into another passing tale of exhibitions, resounding performances towards beat and drums and other musical things.  Just “Unchained Melody” almost showcases eternality for which despair and joking happiness refine his edge upon American freedoms if not utter satisfaction.     

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moody_Blue


Note: the video is not from "Moody Blue" but it helps show what he's made of.

Album Review, “The One” by Elton John

Album Review, “The One” by Elton John

Everything here is like one big, time-worthy roar with random instrumentation to make its case apparent.  Particulars include visions out of proportion, wildness on temperature, even if “sex and love no longer gel” for the narrator of general, provocative force.  Art places its hat here in good measure.  Music can be heard at numerable distances above the mass.  This is especially true when considering “The One” and its magical infatuation- the emotions presented in lyric forms are not always love and yet we find ourselves at stipulations over romantics between heat and loss, along lines of conundrum and visual treats through Elton’s softness of rock, his tremendous work towards ignition as well as final words to form stamina, energy, and happiness into gross and excited bias.  I think of more songs in terms of his glittery gusto and magnificence.  Chapters may be assumed from songs because of how Elton expresses vocabulary to exaggerate moments against new dangers for the narrator, who basically goes from “Simple Life” to “Last Song”.  Very sad indeed.  And as happy as we can seem when approving remarkable storytelling, there’s more than what meets the eye after the narrator bites the glitter and faces memories of sweat, blood, and tears for an underrated father.  Here my review suggests just one narrator for the entire album while my mind glowers on the front of consciousness towards despair in sudden freedoms.  Let’s face it: it can be hard to swallow the pill in reference to sex let alone totally absorb the information at an ease for digestion.  At times my intellect bounces here and there very much like the album’s instrumentation in question; for that matter, the stories given in the songs aren’t always less eternal for their video counterparts and even the music videos replicate Elton’s continuous quality into British freedoms.  America, where I live, doesn’t always share these British freedoms (the British know what I’m talking about).  Were I to tell an American some of these lyrics by Elton without telling him where they came from, there’d be excessive confrontation and figuratives leading to doubts rather than appreciation due to his expectation of slang, small talk, and less important matters.  Indeed, we’re to embark on more of an adventure in Elton’s album here from the very nature of its supplications inside the realm of thought, poetry, and glorious satisfaction.  My review here doesn’t guarantee my doubt of ignorance unless I’m wished to express pleasure above all else other than dignity and trustworthy attitude.  “The One” lets me hear strength instead of folly, dreams instead of obvious paths, homesteads instead of temporary evacuation, all of which pile up on numbers within exotic borders of sound that appeal interests and don’t distract negativity.  Recommended for ages 18 years and older.

  https://youtu.be/85B_REWeNcM

Baseball Review, Arizona Diamondbacks at Los Angeles Angels, June 18th, 2018

Baseball Review, Arizona Diamondbacks at Los Angeles Angels, June 18th, 2018

The game exploded in action for both sides towards needed objectives only.  From reading my past reviews, viewers of my craft and art may be confused as to what I think of slang in terms of absolutions, despair, and excitement, to which my review here claims no possible motive along lines of favoritism without clues within liberty among us.  1st, my literature isn’t geared towards a complete cleansing ritual of slang; in fact, such a decision out there for expelling bad words totally and firmly is more religious than philosophical and I pardon gross metaphors in baseball when we’re electrifying of them on the right current.  This game on June 18th is one in which bad words are seldom used and everything in peace with the announcers and crowd is mattered on general principle rather than exact fruitions.  When we watch this game, the crowd is not screaming in some kind of collective yelp to engage in precision but instead does so in a natural flow of communication against the flaming heavens in the homerun stands and both Diamondbacks and Angels beyond the softness of wind in good measure.  Yes, there’s beauty here!  Another pointer to rap on is an announcer’s use of the name “Spider-Man” as a verb, with slight exaggeration of the hero’s meaningless tag word, to describe an outfielder in glee and distress of his big major catch of a pop-out resulted from a swung bat.  Here there’s obvious, new language going on.  Can you be Spider-Man just like that terrific outfielder?  A play like that one needs a helping hand even if you can fit it in a baseball glove!  Okay, so there’s something tremendous going on here, so the score gives its own explication for the field-play after you’ve watched the whole game in duration, so sorry, you can’t squeeze its greatness into an hour show; we’ll have to dig into the homeruns, Diamondbacks and Angels, teams to organize in our minds for comparative ages and presumptive history as your husband buys a tee and accomplishes an empty beer’s disposal.  Certainly this favorite game goes into my bucket list of success.  Some announcer in glasses imagines being “killed” in the announcer booth despite glory as ignited for Angels as for Diamondbacks.  If you want to be a baseball player there has to be complete recognition of action instead of a proposal that doesn’t help like some of Dave Roberts’ occasions against formidable times including anxiety and blue blood for Los Angeles Dodgers, especially if Angels and Dodgers share a City of Angels related by journalists at moments in anguish or a training schedule usually reserved for authors, freelance writers, and diminishing returns and liberal arts in L.A. politics.  Diamondbacks at the Angels isn’t as exotic a concept as Dodgers at the Chicago Cubs unless a reader wishes to admire sports out of gaiety, as opposed to authority, because not everyone in the baseball crowds has enough stamina for obstacles in their entertained duty to appreciate happenstances for the random nature around us; in fact, it’s only figurative that Diamondbacks are Arizona and Angels are Anaheim.  Remember that my country is the United States of America.  Athletes from divisions get their spill when the drop kicks in.  My last sentence there reveals metaphors with question marks attached to them above all else other than the baseball teams here, on June 18th, in acceleration within borders and as probable as truths to their arm-swinging, leg-swinging moves.  Only a bored idiot would walk away from this classic.   

https://www.mlb.com/angels

Book Review, The Rising Sun: The Decline and Fall of the Japanese Empire by John Toland

Book Review, The Rising Sun: The Decline and Fall of the Japanese Empire by John Toland

It’s a book that requires knowledge of Japanese.  While the language given in its visuals are either academic or body, my elementary Japanese has helped me to not only uncover the truths among the Japanese military the Asian nation had during World War 2, given military photos which suggest the Emperor’s secret sauce for the United States and American planes over figurative islands, but regard Japanese people as humans, as living beings in the Land of the Gods who shared plenty of religious terms with the rest of the world; in fact, some Christian Americans were hurt on the eastern islands combining into Japan until rumors spread about U.S. weaponry for the atomics of disposition irritated by resolutions which generally covered issues with aggravation as well as discipline, conflict of opinions, and gross refinement.  My sentence there is pretty long so I can indicate in a linguistic visual how a war can drag on and on.  After reading that kind of sentence, there’s obvious confusion because of the ideas in their feedback for each other across the spectrum between faith and vacuum.  For that matter to discuss on the points even if WW2 (World War 2) has long been over we must assume freedom to still rule on laws and habitual routines, so with me, as far as I’m concerned, I believe a politician’s education can give him a look for the governing infrastructure he’s in since mystery adds logic to the confusion we have in society.  Philosophers who read this review are going to comment on what’s relatively universal for their minds only.  Japan and United States went headlong into war as communication ruptured into specifics leaders couldn’t help but be disinterested on through a changing flow of emotions among themselves.  Classifications often imply important mystery.  People often in those times didn’t have a whole lot of privacy from government since they didn’t allow much individual sacrifice to government also.  What The Rising Sun confirms is that alliance goes on a high note during tension shared between doers and talkers in public bodies as well as private sectors, for, if battles are to stay for our privilege in technology, our status over inventions and changes upon random, natural events, humanity at times sees light just when darkness exaggerates our color of glory, something out of spite in addition to uneasy feelings near the very shadows against opinions and realization.  Text in the history book on Japan’s old empire is vague and appropriate for Toland’s interviews with war officials for WW2, including U.S. President Harry Truman.  Messages from officials you’ll find in the book from time to time are coded in forms which are wise at best and vulgar at worst depending on the chosen angle you give for historical references, many of which act more like slogans than presumptive evidence.  Before leaders go to war here there’s dialects for official work in government and public/private affairs I study and provide basis on due to intellectual stimulation, visionary art, and demonstrative means to prove the worth of my privacy in scientific as well as holistic vistas inside my parents’ home until Bullhead City becomes my ideal residence.  From my intense vocabulary written here, you may assume I’m not reflecting much on demonstrative means, but my sentences here are stamped as pieces to my theory that hold its gift of literature of Toland’s ingenious, remarkable representation.  It’s okay.  Sometimes teachers and students you meet in school tell you to have something you already have: they tell you to have a conclusion when you already do; they tell you to use good grammar when you already do; they tell you to think when you already do; they tell you to have introductory paragraphs when you already do.  Judgements like those stimulate annoyance, embargoes, and ruined confidence.  The Rising Sun, however, won’t disappoint.  So many interviews were taken and Toland’s relationship with his Japanese wife likely increased his moods until perfections and lines of dispute accentuated his competence towards general authorities throughout the Earth of his time.  Politicians can get a kick out of this work for the sakes of peace, understanding, and emotional happenstance, especially by the nature of Toland’s strict but casual mode of embarking through historical phenomenon based more on tastes than exact traditions.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/79929.The_Rising_Sun

Videogame Review, BurgerTime for the NES (Nintendo Wii)

Videogame Review, BurgerTime for the NES (Nintendo Wii)

I’m reviewing a Wii download since there’s still cause to our entertainment for this rough, hard classic.  Controls here are great because my Nintendo Wii remote has enough possibilities to help me with my directive turning whether it’s by notoriety on privilege or simply from ample graphics, precision in swerves, or subtle arcade music that reminds me of tricksters at a carnival, especially since the running eggs and hotdogs act as runningboards all over the puzzled arenas.  What’s the game?  Well, you’ve got to make a sandwich, that’s all.  Thing is, food is after you no matter how far you go and it takes exchange of movement between ladders and bridges until burgers are hot, juicy, and fresh from the grill.  Now I want to go to McDonald’s during a rainy day and stare at the mountains along the pathways towards freedom in which I excite my own personal glee into wisdom around the time slots.  This is a Nintendo Wii game although the Wii shopping channel has bitten the dust out of sheer demand for Nintendo’s other projects, including a new Smash Bros. Brawl and a program built of a modern, hollow guardian.  Maybe what’s needed here is a general understanding among us as far as controls are concerned or for that matter, “good control”.  Is poetry always pleasing?  No, it’s not.  Does control always mean victory?  No, of course not.  Poetry and pleasure go hand to hand like controls and victory do on the reality before us.  Here in BurgerTime you can have absolute power on the successes of your pepper shaking until you realize there has to be a directive goal in scope of your imagination and not just on the little notes you leave somewhere in a journal- in fact, poetry can’t always actually be read for the visionaries around us and we’ll have to direct input on an object without physical words in ink from time to time; however, visuals and images do often combine into forms which are unspoken languages for us to relax on or put up a fight in recognition of.  You see my review here for what it is.  When we look at a review on video games there’s often notion of action and video happenstance on the TV screen above all else other than flexed hands over a controller and an intellectual study of gameplay if not emotional or disruptive.  For BurgerTime I’m more than happy to accept whatever positive features it holds including not only A or B difficulty levels but also obstructions in my way through the animated worlds on a high note for pressure, onslaught, and a ridiculous creation of fast food.  Or Denny’s food, whatever!  Jokes like these as I’m giving them in tribute to BurgerTime leave me on exclusive satisfaction to the occasion in which I’m in.  More people ought to give names for their food out of habit rather than exact fruitions.  Were I to make a modern, new “BurgerTime” for the Xbox One there’d be French fries and milkshakes in addition to sandwiches; to remark on this theory, it’d be a wild, varietal challenge were I to put together pastrami, steak, turkey clubs, and other notable dishes.  But this NES game stands as a cliche, albeit a tough one which manages a universe of professional vibe for a chef who must link running, jogging ingredients (eggs, hotdogs, etc.) inside those moving worlds while customers for NES wait to have ridiculous service by his achievement of highscores, fast food, and appropriations of the invisible grill at least in TV imaging, handling, and technological providence.

https://youtu.be/TcPXTwXKkSE

Baseball Game Review, Texas Rangers vs. Los Angeles Dodgers, June 13th 2018

Baseball Game Review, Texas Rangers vs. Los Angeles Dodgers, June 13th 2018

Everything in this Dodger game was pure dystopia.  If they always do something on June 13th we can hardly see people of this sort do anything else on that day.  I mean 2018.  There wasn’t one individual in the entire arena who wasn’t explicit, rude, vulgar, belligerent, disrespectful, arrogant, foul, demeaning and conflictive.  Wake me up from the spirits of the broken here!  Baseball players do often get into their showboating even if having bad control doesn’t mean you always lose.  When I watched this game, I was bombarded with too much “stuff”.  Okay?  Food is advertised more often than we can eat it.  Dodger fans and Ranger fans both need a check up until they’re safe around children or anyone.  My guess is they’re starved, aggressive, and fairing as accorded from disposition as from attitude.  Look, I don’t want to hear unthinkable slang from the fans let alone provocative analysis from Garciaparra AT THE SAME TIME without reason and verified explanations coming from Dodger Town- for that matter, who would call a stadium built to hold viewers to a sport a city, town, or whatever like industrial business?  Guys in the Dodger crowd are so lacking in enthusiasm and bright moods that I have to draw the line somewhere between what’s simply basic and what’s extraordinarily bad.  Did the hot dogs there taste funny or something?  Come on!  Man, Kemp was tackling his opponent like a football player first (although baseball isn’t football) before he threw fists like a war-soldier.  We can remember the conflict although I’m the only one who can make sense of this.  Nothing, nada, was electrifying about those athletes on the right current.  This wouldn’t be their job on any scale for war and peace whatsoever; a quarrel like this was not a fight and was not a general focus of gesture.  My voice is not shouting here.  I’m just merely giving my text length, significance, and quiet meditation.  Understanding and vocabulary go hand in hand for the reality.  I don’t want to understand something to the point of infringing rights and to obtain more exclusive phrases for my speech doesn’t always improve understanding.  Communication as here given is set along the lines despite any chance of redeeming myself for learning that has come to me from education whether specific teachers like it or not.  Try to understand me.  A statement like this I’m giving is one the Dodger and Ranger fans created themselves.  Perhaps improvement can become apparent from all this if they hone their skills- cussing, swearing, and dramatizing- after we first work together to portray, illustrate the right channel for dialects you’ll find in Los Angeles (“The City of Angels”).  City of Angels?  Puh!  Baseball fans who scream for vengeance out of illogical happenstance have little justification on June 13th for a holy name as that one which got visionary for another place, another time for Spanish conquistadors at least in principle.  The public gets angry on a day like this.  It’s like some unspeakable tension which has derided their thoughts into oblivion while hope is lost for the hungry dogs.  My review here ought to act as its own dogma towards Dodger Stadium and their careers of population.  However you see the few points on the scoreboard or consider the game’s lessened effect of compassion depends on factors as related in my review and elsewhere.  Anger can be an outrageous disease throughout our cultures; in fact, by the very nature of criticism, talk, and fashion we find ourselves at odds with solutions since social media may add more answers later than expected.        

https://sportsday.dallasnews.com/texas-rangers/rangers/2018/06/15/rangers-robinson-chirinos-suspended-1-game-fight-vs-dodgers-will-serve-punishment-tonight

Motorcycle Racing Review, Real Road Racing: Northwest 200, Ireland, Parts 1 through 3 (6/13/2018)

Motorcycle Racing Review, Real Road Racing: Northwest 200, Ireland, Parts 1 through 3 (6/13/2018)

Ireland has better green than what’s presented here in the gardens surrounding paths for the drivers, motorcycles who trace their hairs against the clock during a nice blue day under peaceful skies.  Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating about “skies”.  Most certainly one piece of the horizon isn’t the whole horizon and we have to sample from what’s left of the motorcycling.  At times you’ll find a uniformed biker as he hits the slope where concrete fills a monumental object hanging over a particular line of defeat even if he’s the winner.  Parts to this motorcycling in Ireland combine into a 3-hour special that marks one of my channels in Spectrum’s sports package.  Spectrum is stupid sometimes but hey… I’m stupid probably for just watching TV throughout a weekend warrior’s reign on surprise, a kind that dismantles the boredom until excitement is left for pardoning and excusing with immediacy, glee, and independence.  Of course here I’m merely to give pardon and excuse for this attitude coming through my veins.  Enough has to find motorcyclists in Ireland although beauty is in the eye of the beholder or rather in the eyes of the beholders, so there’s more than what pardons the eye or what excuses the eye, otherwise eyes and more eyes.  Excitement is built up into this sports episode on a great notion of time: the small feeling of guilt which forms happiness into disinterest out of European stamina on the part of everybody involved; it’s not just the announcers to these motorcycle races I’m admitting reference of.  Particulars include audience members there at the gardens and general TV viewers for the racing stuff.  I was amused by the race despite the dull grass growing where the sun shines in little camera angle opportunity.  There’s beautiful photos of parts of Ireland on Google and to watch this program’s dull things on my Spectrum cable speaks something for the masses- in particular, that craftsmen can be very hesitant of involvement with beauty if it means less money in the pocket.  A battle is going on out there in the cable industry, or the technology industry, and it involves the competition of beauty: the randomness, the onslaught of digital backdrops, Spectrum at AT&T, Hulu original programming (“Fraggle Rock”), Cookie Monster on a T-shirt.  Do you know what I’m talking about?  Well, the polite, greatly-mannered announcers take the cake on Irish programming even if leprechauns aren’t around to tickle people very much anymore.  It’s motorcycling at its average here.  You’ll see little in crashes and collisions and wild obstacles here.  I think the program just needs to show more of what I see in free art on the internet and there has to be appeal quantified to its slow trait of progress; besides that, this show itself here on this episode resembles a cliche more than a myth in action.  We see grass here with a weak green color overall.  Remember that time when your art teacher or business partner told you to add more color to the clay or files?  Consider that!  Sometimes we just need to add more color.  That’s all!  Maybe there’s something wrong going on with the camera for Irish programming or the gardens need a makeover.  Whatever.  I like motorcycles when they rock.

https://youtu.be/BzWf-6UzQUA

TV Show Review, “WW2 in the Pacific” on American Heroes Channel (AHC)

TV Show Review, “WW2 in the Pacific” on American Heroes Channel (AHC)

This show is misleading viewers into falsehood.  It’s a gross exaggeration of what happened in the Pacific during WW2 even if the footage is more accurate than the immature history lessons given.  A narrator in this show violates the general authorities of Japan and United States to the point of unsatisfactory, nail-and-polish opinions which don’t meld well with excellent history books.  First of all, it’s already been proven that Okinawa didn’t show everything the Japanese had.  Japanese soldiers weren’t just fighting because of an American stomach but also by the very nature of their affiliations with eastern philosophies west of California and Hawaii; particulars included Chinese-Japanese fusions and the overall notoriety of Asiatics.  And what about the other atomic forms of weaponry United States had in store for Japan after the first two atomic launchings towards Japan’s semi-conditional surrender?  There’s too many history books on Japan to make things more apparent for TV viewers and I find AHC offensive for such ignorance since they seem to portray a hopeless solution for Americans and their atomic weaponry- for that matter, the video has the guts to claim that we ran out of atomic bombs after the first two atomic launchings and historians ought to know this lie isn’t correct.  Then again, it’s become apparent to me that soldiers and fighters across the world tend to “pinch” each other with desperados, wild directions, and gross exaggeration.  AHC probably got caught up in 2015 in their own frenzy of disinformation which they believed appealed to patriotism more than compassion.  Let me tell readers something.  I’m here to dispute with the creators of the show for their incompetence and child-like mannerisms.  No, wait.  I think children at times are more mature than American Heroes Channel.  Historians at times tend to get caught up in the rallies and stories behind army slogans to the point of self-censorship of truth and mere noise.  Freedom itself doesn’t mean historians can say whatever they feel like; in fact, because of freedom, certain ideologies like nazism and violent communism have to be censored so there’s peace and harmony between us on innocent ideologies.  What freedom means is that there’s expression and truth rather than noise and confusion.  Besides, we can probably make out the chaos against our discord and adjust our messages for the world, not just in terms of legality but also prosperity.  “WW2 in the Pacific” ends with the message that peace came to everyone and we lived happily ever after, although (even if the show doesn’t mention it) the Japanese continued to be in turmoil and committed suicide or other self-harms in regards to their failure of achieving spiritual dignity, fantastic privilege, and leaving it on a full stomach.  Extreme hunger would remain a problem for the Japanese for years to come.  So where’s the peace, and how can the narrator believe in his falsifier of commonplaces?  Honestly I’m pretty grossed out now.  Some Americans just won’t admit they’re racist and this show is glaring evidence.  Perhaps I can tell the creators to play video games and give more pointers in my technological references through opinions on gaming.  If they want to be silly without actually harming the public with disinformation, then they’ll have to play video games and leave history lessons for the experts.  Random commenting on war footage does not impress me if it only turns the tables against everyone when they weren’t there to begin with.

  https://youtu.be/sSDA3ZLESmo

Videogame Review, Power Stone for the Sega Dreamcast

Videogame Review, Power Stone for the Sega Dreamcast

It’s a 3D cartoon world on fighting.  The “Sega” logo is a cultivar for the general gaming associated with the company for such a trademark which you’ll often find in colors of blue, white, and grey.  You start a game to finish the conflict until a prayerful countdown towards game over.  Sega Dreamcast games like Power Stone are industrial potentials even now: “How can two good fighting games be excellent when one is more disappointing?  How can a game be more disappointing if it’s not disappointing?”  Power Stone is most certainly particular with its awkwardness when we’re pulling dark hammers around Jack and the clock tower, so weapons out of space create plenty of necessities for the whacky program in addition to firepowering and clocking in diminishing returns for the other guy.  The interior of a course (a place on the wildy extravagant map) goes through the trouble of moments in varying appeal and look, of course, in additions and subtractions of jewels and weapons as long as fighters keep up in a round.  You get fantastic powers- Dragon Ball Z as subtle communication and desperado for its like influence- after achieving a stockpile of gems on your back before they drift away beyond time again.  Jewels here never become exhausted; they just randomly drift upon finishers and notorious moves.  Explanation is necessary to defend the game’s use of the jewel cliche.  Can’t Rouge in Power Stone be as remarkable and artificial in a general costume compared to Rouge the Bat from the Sonic the Hedgehog series?  Most certainly “Rouge” still gives the Capcom artists a chance for illustration on what’s imagined over the name despite the lack of meaning.  From the name’s stamina, the name’s health over sounds against each other, they imagine a bare-chested lady with glitter and vanities who approaches terrifying enemies to promote heat in the fumes between her fingers as a damsel in fireballs as well as lean athleticism.  But rounds usually end on high notes although occasional low blows are fine.  An object in this criticism I’m giving is to prove what taste for a work of craftsmanship like Power Stone is and how sensations along lines of taste may enhance gusto and leave depth enchanted for its chaos against discord.  Don’t excuse chaos in Power Stone when the world is in torment for Rouge.  Besides, chaos softens discord since a flame to heat can turn its cycle towards the moon for showing on her gypsy-like arena.  If you wish for a fighting game with great control and performance, great animation and video, great music and soundbites, you won’t be disappointed with Power Stone- for that matter, my Sega Dreamcast controller may actually be a controller of controllers for critics and scientists with partial ratings because there’s an analog thumbstick and a direction pad.  Of course, the thumbstick and pad share the same action buttons and there aren’t separate action buttons for each one.  So I prefer to refer to the direction pad and analog thumbstick as “subcontrollers”.  Not actual controllers.  Subcontrollers.  The controller is the Sega Dreamcast controller as a whole while the separate functions on it may be considered parts or pieces to my device.

https://youtu.be/xqw54uU41mI

Videogame Review, Galaxian for the Atari Home Computers (played on Atari 65XE Computer)

Videogame Review, Galaxian for the Atari Home Computers (played on Atari 65XE Computer)

Don’t use the Atari 2600 joystick for this program.  That’s because a program of like nature within the galaxy is formidable from use of Atari 2600 joysticks.  When I play this game using an Atari 2600 joystick, my ship looks really weird and zig-zags out of control like a mouse leaving a mousetrap who can’t find his sweet spot against the enemies: a bouquet of aliens reign over your field of command in precision themselves while with the 2600 joystick you’re making huge strides back and forth to hit anything from slow ammunition.  Galaxian here is like Galaxian on my Atari 5200 except for the lack of analog.  My Atari 5200 joystick gives this program a touch on future, perfection, and accuracy, whereas my Atari 2600 joystick gives this program a touch on prophesy, imperfection, and excessive ship movement speed.  Instead, you’ll want to play Galaxian on the Atari 65XE with a 7800 joystick.  Then it’ll be a good game.  Because of how the 7800 joystick is more quick and ready for moving directions you’ll be embarking on aliens against what’s possibly their national goal of domination with so much ease, so much immediate change of directions and turns and swerves, the spaceship you’re controlling will move in more of a natural way a UFO is built to make happen.  My Atari 2600 joystick makes my ship look stupid, but my Atari 7800 joystick makes my ship look exotic, thrilling, and something besides an immature joke.  Due to this observation I must ask you not to put away your 7800 joystick just yet.  You know how in Boy Scouts the teenagers use black powder rifles and other such guns, hitting their targets, only to get some pain in the shoulder or tension in the hands?  Maybe I’m crazy for realizing something like this.  Well, the Atari joysticks from the past give off their own forms of feedback in terms of pressure, bodily feedback, and sore muscle parts- in fact, although my 7800 joystick had ergonomics for its time it can feel like my hand holding the controller becomes as hard as the controller itself.  And we have to consider if ergonomics really means “no pain” when we’re supposed to be tough enough to play video games which can go from simple measures to great consequences.  Of course I think a controller is better than another.  What?  Are we to think every device is the same as every other?  I’ve reviewed Galaxian for the Atari 5200 (an excellent game) and I find this Galaxian for the Atari home computers to be a great representation of the future with the 7800 joystick although the 2600 joystick makes everything here sloppy and unapproachable.  I don’t understand why.  Galaxian on the Atari 2600 has good control so why can’t THIS Galaxian be good with the 2600 joystick?  Perhaps it’s by cause of the wide playing field in which my UFO crosses quarters through implication.  Color on my TV is lighter for this Galaxian but I can always tune the color codings and push buttons on my remote to enhance gameplay against the Martians and their action of saturation, not just through invasions but also blowouts.  Let’s dare critics of the 7800 joystick to comment well on my observation here.  They hate the joystick.  Why?  Critics of the 7800 joystick usually mix accusation with inexperience and review such a controller with odd hands as though we’re stirring pudding with the darn thing for remnants of arcade titles.  But it’s a controller, not kitchen equipment!  7800 joysticks aren’t like Wii controllers!  It’s possible they’re imagining they’re playing a game while the TV is off.  You know, they can be hesitant.  The voice you’re using to read this review probably isn’t mine.  The game succeeds in my book- just use the 7800 joystick and put the 2600 joystick aside; come on, you can do it.  

https://youtu.be/eDfkf_Lf948

Videogame Review, Pac-Man for the Atari 400/800 Computers (played on 65XE)

Videogame Review, Pac-Man for the Atari 400/800 Computers (played on 65XE)

The cherry level is for absolute beginners in this case.  My Atari 7800 controller guarantees such difficulty due to its quick-action interface despite the fact the Atari 2600 controller (the original for this Pac-Man) gives more of a bias to its own interface because each hand on it does something different than the other.  Of course, I look at these Xbox controller knockoffs out there as impersonal devices from their very nature- creativity to programmers of these knockoffs is just the simple motion for objectives against short time and materials of lessening quality.  But that’s not Atari’s case for this Pac-Man game.  What this program does is accentuate the flow (speed of gameplay) into slow action for which Pac-Man, the yellow creature in a maze of exercise and consumption, goes along the planes over eating habits until he rides the military and nibbles the goblins clean of blankets in azure configuration.  I’m meaning their temporary blue costumes which come from the consumption of power pellets or what my manual refers to as “nuggets”.  Mixed rows make up the labyrinth to help gamers feel the cause for triumph- that is, entries upon those lines of feat to turn empty on future hunger on which Pac-Man derides your train of thought not only from obligation but necessity of input towards our display of emotions for arcade gameplay.  However, the arcade Pac-Man doesn’t have ease for absolute beginners.  So what this means is my Pac-Man for the Atari 65XE Computer in my house generally expels conclusions until the eased-up difficulty clears a message from us as possible towards joysticks as it is towards video on my TV.  All controllers let us give them our bias upon games where hands get mixed up on levels of prejudice and personality.  Therefore, while we can say violence in games is a problem, we can’t say we can actually prevent it since we’d be embarking on more unreality than chaos with such a message of the latter.  Right here I’m pinpointing on issues related to violence, for, if we’re to play Pac-Man and actually EAT, there’s enough apparent in my clause here to propose necessity rather than ideals.  We’re not moths.  Everybody has to eat!  Eating itself is a kind of violence.  From eating something you are actually destroying a substance or what’s considered a ration for energy by my standards; Pac-Man is just a fictional symbol of our eating needs.  It should be apparent as to why we can’t prevent violence: we crush food with our teeth, kill germs, waste time, get shocked, grind corn; there’s no escaping fate of this kind let alone complete evacuation of decisions in this kind.  Are you someone with political irrationality?  If so, you might want to steer clear of positions people may have against eating which, although there’s volume and noise to ideas of that kind, hurt your imagination in terms relating to means of survival, entertainment, and needed motion.  Anyways… what was I saying about Pac-Man for the Atari Home Computers?  Well, there’s no obvious intermissions between the changes of difficulty, even if the 2600 joystick is actuated by rough turns in comparison to the 7800 joystick’s ergonomics.  Graphics on this program run akin to the Atari 5200 version of Pac-Man except for their slower pace and missing intervals- or intermissions- so you’ll become familiarized overtime from absorbing information from lots of Atari products and dismantling power pellets for ghosts in their hurry of cowardly life.  There’s an instruction manual online for this Pac-Man which refers to the phantasms as “goblins”.  Immediacy is only part of the arcade quality out there; you also need comfort, tension, and eventual soothing from the sheer force of soundbites.  Controls are great.  If you’re looking to play a computer Pac-Man game with the 7800 joystick then look no further.  2600 joysticks give off more bias than 7800 joysticks because of their requirement of a right-hand approach to gaming: it differs from the left-hand approach, which of course leads to bias not only in management but concentration too.  Remember that idea about “bias” with a tennis racket?  Consider that bias to be more evened out.  That’s because you can use both hands on a tennis racket for an evening appeal to the sport of choosing whereas my 2600 joystick and 7800 joystick are like rackets who need their heads pulled around from opposite hands.    

https://youtu.be/O2ReTOhVsag

Hotel Review, Edgewater Casino Resort in Laughlin, NV

Hotel Review, Edgewater Casino Resort in Laughlin, NV

It’s a 3-star hotel.  Maybe I can give a few pointers for this location since I’ve been here on bus tours to have good sleep in the desert where you can play the machines and gather change.  What Edgewater does here is they present food through multiple food outlets such as Grand Buffet and Wild Pizza, including other restaurants for consideration.  There’s privilege to this hotel you can count on except for the rooms.  My room was too shabby- the carpet was dirty, the coffee machine didn’t make my drinks fast enough, and the TV was very hard to use.  Being in the room was like taking a holiday in my childhood and nothing was pleasing there even if its picture, hanging on the wall in a nice frame, let me forget about the dust everywhere on the dressers.  Of course, Edgewater is still a very good hotel.  I’ve walked from place to place, hallway to hallway inside to discover magic in the form of luxury around us.  My bus tour with Orange Belt allowed me to explore the layers throughout the hotel with free dice and a pack of official poker cards, only for me to see further on how hotel clerks maintained their positions in a constant flow of busy, interesting events.  At least I was able to sleep in my room.  Other guests didn’t tell me any complaints about their rooms and it was probably because vacation, or the point of vacation, was to enjoy the thrill ride in that human touch of softness among us.  Some of the guests even brought teddy bears with them for the trip!  Dunkin’ Donuts has really good croissants close to the registration next to more machines.  I tried the Wheel, but it got my attention and I ended up losing money, but it was fun.  The machines down stairs were better than my TV in the room.  Really you’ve got to try the restaurants while over here or else you wouldn’t be getting the entire hotel experience, so pack your toothbrush and come over to Edgewater for a room to sleep in and a good variety of entertainment.  They’re constantly fixing up the bar where older gentlemen play keno or just chat with the bartender.  Food here ranges from great to greater depending on preferences.  I most certainly try to handle my own tastes when it comes to experiences which seem like surprise although more than enough delectables will keep you busy.  How about Coco’s Bakery?  Or Wild Pizza?  With so much entertainment to choose from for the delight over privilege there has to be enough at stake despite the shabby rooms.  

https://www.yelp.com/biz/edgewater-laughlin?hrid=cUlicH0YLOsYMXVFdczG7w