Book Review, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Book Review, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

This book isn’t logical.  How can Jekyll feel any pity for Hyde if he’s a doctor with nothing of the pure evil he created in the monster?  Besides, a story of this nature has to do with supernatural figures (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) who can’t display much on power and reaction.  Stevenson did create the popular monster by the name of Hyde but failed to demonstrate his gross nature.  A problem with this book is that it was made on pedantic notions.  What this means here is that pictures are just assumed in the minds of readers when they’re not there, so, between Jekyll and Hyde, I can’t sum up the fashion without putting in bias, yet even the bias is hardly explicated in special vocabulary to make our case as apparent as fiction’s true strength.  More words have to be possible here!  Or maybe we could use different words other than the normal terms of God and Satan.  For example, “blasphemies” are mentioned although no more than a plea of friendship is expressed and felt by Hyde, a scientific mutant who can’t face the violent police after Jekyll released him as the pure evil the monster was.  So many readers like this book because they’re mostly mistaken.  Hyde is not a creature with mixtures of good and bad traits; he’s a slow stream of darkness, or at least that’s what he’s supposed to be in spite of any and all sorts of goodness and virtue.  Really, pity?  Jekyll must have had evil intentions.  And what exactly can be meant by “pity” when there’s hotel customs and inferior drugs he participates on with gusto he doesn’t prove as his total wall of light?  On my first taste of this book I enjoyed the story; however, after observing a story of this nature on a second or third taste it’s become apparent Stevenson was less than appetizing in terms with virtue and vice, correction and forced error, vision and aggression, despite his sadistic philosophy for which there may be applause on his characters when they’re not made up well.  Members of the public need to try making sense of the text with what’s on Stevenson’s plate compared to our imaginary assumptions.  Honesty is the best policy.  This review ought to clear things up and put sense into readers who don’t get much in the way of context of meaning in place for the physical objects that are absolutely not there.  Please be concerned about the talk and not simply pay attention to the characters’ bodies.  For that matter, without verifications, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has been a joke to public and fashion alike.  Groups all over the world just assume this book has truth when they didn’t pay attention to its verifications of which there are none.  Do you want to draw Mr. Hyde?  Fine!  Just know well on the ideas as much as drawing.  Even Stevenson himself would argue through Poole that Hyde was not Jekyll, which suggests he was not human, a fact that makes the whole storytelling for not, for waste of time and privilege when we’re trying to uncover religion and science together. 

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

Videogame Review, Super Mario Bros. for the Nintendo Entertainment System

Videogame Review, Super Mario Bros. for the Nintendo Entertainment System

It’s a good cliche.  Everything you go through on this game comes within the realm of easy victory for which Mario, or Dr. Mario or Mario Mario, or whatever, leaves an everlasting mark in a program like the arcade in visuals and sounds hanging off the TV screen by presentation as thick as ice.  Coins, question marks, pipes, and castles represent much of what Japanese people fantasize about when there’s enough motion for appeal.  Various objects and obstacles are things of Japanese dreams and hence Nintendo’s name is further reconciled by the public for evidence between the shades upon video.  RF works well here!  People may get confused by this review so far and, if they are, I recommend classes and books; in particular, how we look at American verbs in contrast to Japanese moves.  Do you think the word “zero” isn’t vulgar?  However we approach NES depends on Japanese implications of their tradition because America has taken on more and more things Japanese and thus we ever so slightly, in pure basics, mix up the action in American and Japanese fashion in moments on end.  Honesty is the best policy on Nintendo’s part.  What I’m interested in is how they’ve created a game of this nature, borderlines of abstractions among mushrooms and turtle guys, not only by directions in the video given on the tough, black pad for movement (the multi-button switch that looks like a positive sign integer), but also the general performance of analog as indicated in the B-button presses.  You can actually “tap” into the analog movements by varying the pressure and depression of the right, red, plastic circle labeled as “B” for the matter since Super Mario Bros. can’t be beaten on a first taste.  Graphics along the lines of a princess’s doom of beauty are ample, distinguished, and politely suggestive.  Music goes around.  Different songs actually play depending on what’s construed for fortune against the old-fashioned, digital timer.  A timer of that nature isn’t analog compared to Mario’s occasional jerks of response- in fact, the only way you can perceive the tension between 2 seconds on the “clock” is to assume imagination and manage the emotions for which Bowser would prefer laziness compared to his passion of flame.  My Nintendo Entertainment System is retrofitted with a new pin connector that makes its insert-and-eject function of game cartridges akin to Mattel’s Intellivision console and only in that sense.  Intellivision controllers present a kind of exact opportunity when a player’s mind for those is actuated by previsionary note.  Let me explain.  NES controllers allow for more blunders because their direction pad (the “positive sign”) gives you less directions.  With less directions to move in there’s something increased of a do-or-die situation that Mario observes through bridges, foxholes, green plumbing, and hammering brothers of the guard.  Mama Luigi gives a hand under similar circumstances.  Peach is as well dressed, managed, and proper here as your main hero in Montezuma’s Revenge for the Colecovision and Atari 5200.  I’ve done my best on Montezuma for the 5200, figuratively.  But what’s approachable, downright of no offense for Super Mario Bros. has to do with connection with the game as well as history in the making, or can I say… nostalgia in the making?  Few people really have trouble on this NES game.  Courses are toned down to approximation but configured for the intense gameplay.  A good balance exists in this game, so, whether you are new at plumbing or need another Japanese dream, Super Mario Bros. will change your perception of lies into beauty from the general fascination, for the abstractions aren’t of excess nor are they vulgar to the touch.  I’m semi-religious and this is my overall theory.  It’s smooth enough to be a cliche and special until fascination is reached.  Balance works that way on my vacations or even when my feelings get at the substance of dispute.      

https://youtu.be/ia8bhFoqkVE

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Videogame Review, Joust for the Nintendo Entertainment System

Videogame Review, Joust for the Nintendo Entertainment System

This game is so good with the golden token item showing a hard-metal picture of your knighted ostrich and bounty hunters in glittering, magical hats.  Controls are sweet, too.  When I’m saying “quality” there’s motion in my heart for what’s next or the general health of dispute for which kindness goes along the lines of doom into the sources without vague death or the symbol of excess.  It’s not a game with vague death or the symbol of excess and I suggest you pay attention because we should be really excited on this work for its fair computer and the difficulty toggles in 1A, 1B, 2A, and 2B.  1 and 2 represent the number of players and A and B represent the level of difficulties.  Difficulties, players?  Wow!  So much has to happen when I have to discriminate between the various options in fun rather than lots in the way of extreme prejudice.  NES is a “family computer system” as Nintendo reveals it to be in earnest and 80’s anticipation.  Even on the Wii Nintendo would’ve appealed to modern audiences with 80’s creations, so there’s more than what meets the eye due to the fact we’re playing stuff on the Retron 2 or even the original NES to compete in a vacuum.  80’s is gone now.  Have you noticed?  Maybe time flies by real fast during our commotion of hatred, challenge, and revenge at the visuals, or so I’m thinking in vocabulary as related to chaos as to discord.  Joust has both chaos and discord, but chaos wins over discord and while discord succeeds in presence, chaos overwhelms such irritations or regressions of heartbeats through ostriches, not only to ride but also to re-ride.  That’s the exciting thing.  Remarkable outcomes include stabbing a flying dinosaur in the mouth and a knight in distress from a lava-troll’s grip.  A TV show on Joust is supposedly in the works for Sci-Fi and perhaps my review can give some pointers: bonus alarms, mash effects, a dinosaur’s anxiety after a knight’s shaken disposition in wait of another bird-ride, an egg burned before the warrior comes alive, anything you can imagine in relation to Joust between its special graphic style and my original speech as displayed in enthusiasm if not downright courage.  Please, you’ve got to try this game.  I’m not the one selling it but you’ll find it on Ebay or Amazon although I recommend that you watch repair and how-to-do videos on YouTube.  I’ve received a brand new Nintendo Entertainment System despite the fact it would have been pretty much a dud if I hadn’t repaired it, since the videogame console, along with the Atari 5200 controller, has important, silver metal contacts for game connection which get corroded and bad overtime even when unopened in a box.  Making it clear here is part of my duty as a videogame historian and my English is plain enough to see the meaning but special enough to provide you with truthful distinctions.  What I’m saying is that NES and Atari 5200 have had bad metal built into them over the years.  But let’s not forget about Joust!  Certainly both consoles have very good forms of Joust.  Yet it’s preference people often have over quality however they take to shopping video games.  From my guesses, the Atari 5200 version provides more leg-room and stronger flaps whereas the NES version (what I’m reviewing here) contends on less space for gameplay but leaves you with different controls on the jumping/flapping.  As a sort of promotion within its appeal Joust determines chaos against the general irritations until maxims are assumed and detailed in the visual implications as flashed and given on TV.  Atari worked hard on this game with Hal, obviously.  Usually it’s possible to approach a session of play in determination for the new battles, the fresh conflict over which chaos splits the moments into smoothness and tension as complicated in the details as in 80’s fashion.  Both the NES version and 5200 version are like terrific French paintings: you wouldn’t pick one over the other except in the case of needing forced room in your house.  Getting a big house for video games or even a 2-bedroom apartment is ideal for playing something from Nintendo, Hal, and Atari like Joust.  Either the Retron 2 or the Nintendo Entertainment System is a fine console for the game; however, you might want to go with the different kinds of turbo controllers which exist for both machines.  Favors in particular include the different controllers possible with various shapes and surface-designs for your hands and fingers in addition to stamina or possibly worldly performance.  You most certainly don’t have to get nearly a million points to review a videogame; in fact, that kind of high score would suggest a fulsome gamer.  Honestly!  We don’t need to play a game forever in order to have any sort of opinion on it!  Let’s not be crazy.  So just keep in mind that the Nintendo Entertainment System will have broken things like the Atari 5200 has broken things and that while the NES often involves a broken console (even if brand new) and the Atari 5200 often involves a broken controller (even if brand new), there’s really no difference on overall functionality problems and my Ebay experiences should add onto the cautionary notes out there for those videogame consoles.  The Joust games are usually well and greatly-functioning on either console.  Just watch out for the consoles and controllers.  My Joust game for the NES is more like how knightly favors should be done in the face of aliens and featherheads- in particular, you can soar through the remaining bridges only to come in appeal for dinosaurs who want to fuss and peck, and even knights in medieval costumes and sumptuous magic.  How does the magic work?  Well, that’s a subject implied in the videogame with a question like no other on which the upcoming Joust show for Sci-Fi can break a few eggs over to make the omelette… a medieval omelette.  Gameplay we can cherish, loss we can perish.  

https://youtu.be/nT_00y48wdM

Videogame Review, Surf Rocket Racers for the Sega Dreamcast

Videogame Review, Surf Rocket Racers for the Sega Dreamcast

This has inspiration.  It’s actually a waveracing game that’s like a quick download even with my Dreamcast’s cautionary note on the uploading of Amazon, Rome, the North Pole, and everything else without Santa Claus.  But trust the rubber ducky when you get one to play with. Funny how critics would say there’s no inspiration here when I can ride a rubber ducky!  Man, I wish I could turn those reviewers into babies.  Wait a minute… they’re already babies, aren’t they?  Okay, okay, I’ll leave my pun at its logical standing point.  Surfer Rocket Racers is more of an enhanced form of Wave Race 64.  Maybe what this game needs for a future update is a smokestack of turbulence for the jetting boats as they gut the water with technology and performance, even as dark steam from the funhouse’s ghosts lights up my emotions on imaginary tales for this promotion I give to Surf Rocket Racers for ingenuity and downright smirks.  Sometimes I launch myself into the wrong tides only to search for the big tumble along those practical neaps.  I’m thinking poison and gas.  Variety hits the spot wherever this Dreamcast game manages to promote execution on heavy ground although we’re talking oceans of different resources; shoot, I can even uncover pillars of concrete in shadowing fumes from my rafter despite the very consequences of doom inside the mellow arcades.  Honestly I must leave my reflection above the roaring tune of waves after their own shade of conflict however I’m appealed to by Crave for the Amazonian bridge’s healthy-looking tourists.  Don’t shop with amazon.com though; it’s a confusing website.  Perhaps the Amazon in this game earns its beauty from the tattletale structure for which humans are crowding in through gaps upon sheer belief of oceans, around the corner-bend of proper size and favorite viewing, as minutes beep against my TV on visionary requirements in suggestion.  By the way waters change colors and rip holes under the jet-skiers’ open-face exaggerations (each guy has clothing and shuffles the oceanic game into fastness and bigness of video), there’s more than what meets the eye during my Dreamcast console’s 128-bit music.  (To tell you the truth, my Dreamcast seems to be beating itself up for its life of music-playing function and I’m driven wild across from the fair city girls who linger by a Titanic in rest.)  My Dreamcast is literally, quite totally, a purser of the visual exaggerations until happiness meets my gaze through personal ignition in my soul.  Word to atheists: if you know the chaos, why perform away from it to just later on tangle with the unnecessary in nameless action?  Try putting one foot over the other!  A couch will make its home where your bigger home is around you- the pulse, the colorful anxiety of wiping away the ocean’s response to your style and destiny for what’s the appropriations.  Life ought to come at you “full square” if you get my drift.  Graphics are excellent, sounds are excellent, and those visions and dreams of operation will haunt your wit into poor submission of love for what may be boring to adults without the singular childhood of demand left.  Now and then a jerk needs a rubber ducky in the North Pole.  He’ll get something from Santa… when he shows up.     

https://youtu.be/W7coBo8IxXE

Restaurant Review, Kohnen’s Country Bakery in Tehachapi, California

Restaurant Review, Kohnen’s Country Bakery in Tehachapi, California

This country bakery leaves me with a ploy of favorites next to German steins, T-shirts, and wooden chairs across from their dedication of sweets.  Here I’m constantly reserved in bagatelle of service when the lobby is fresh and clean.  Moments go on.  A nice treat in the morning wakes me up to simple pleasures over my general neighborhood as I’m heading to a door in their foundation of knowledge for which German chocolate, something that’s called Kinder, reminds me of forgotten steps I’ve taken in Europe.  Kohnen’s serves us as a German bakeshop.  So much in their restaurant hits my delighted eyes in the color of glory.  Dad is pretty sure I’ve come to this location because he takes me on rides into the widespread mountains as well.  Employees take my order slips with fierce interest until my pencil returns to a slot heading to the refrigerated sodas if I am to presume things on a favorite viewing, so I’m quite learned and yet items get revealed by their local enthusiasm, almost to the point of immediate disclosure if not money or charge of plastic.  Bags are given to me from moments on end towards deals which pop up out of sudden appeal.  Lots of stuff should fit in a bag for its unity of desserts and other possible meals including daily soups, handled treats, and approachable ingredients.  Opinions pass between tables for what they are.  It’s surmised from my experience that German bakeshops work under a mechanical nature because of their reliance (influence) of glory among wood and fitting outlines, but Kohnen’s provides originality for goods in addition to enlightened generics.  Usually I’m back at work right around the point of sunshine into which I’m eating breakfast, lunch, and small operational meals.  You’ll have to see this landmark in Tehachapi if there’s a need in your heart for another meal of Kinder chocolate.  It’s actually good and melts in your mouth.  Possibilities seem endless when there’s concentration in my mind on their used chalkboard since that’s where kids from time to time add beautiful drawings to the green wall (I myself included).  Visitors come in the gaps where all the magic happens.  Subjects of interest become vocalized by our share of pleasure and emotions however workers maintain dishes on their counter with a number and loud yelp.  German chocolate is better than Polish chocolate.  That’s generally due to freshness and date of use despite how Kohnen’s doesn’t serve Polish chocolate; I just like reminding people that.  Nonetheless, Kohnen’s is very professional at what they do.  Respect is assumed on their part for the dishes they have funny ways with and creativity is paramount to their growing patronage.  My restaurant here is proper against its backdrop of confidence.       

Book Review, The Touchstone by Edith Wharton

Book Review, The Touchstone by Edith Wharton

Please don’t whine on how people have to read.  If you’re someone with nothing but all of these ideas:

1) illiteracy is a problem

2) books are fun

3) people need to read

4) you have to have good grammar

5) come to class on time

6) look at the words carefully

7) get a dictionary

8) read out loud

9) it’s confusing

10) we need to study

11) words mean things

12) you can’t interpret things on your own

13) school is fun

14) homework is always worthy

15) students can become teachers someday:

then I suggest you STOP TALKING and keep your stale, private, boring interpretations to yourself.  Edith Wharton has written serious literature and any of the ideas to the 15 numbers just offend me anymore.  And please, I know Michael Savage can read!  

Anyways, on to Touchstone, a book by Wharton.  Honestly the book is a source of which its author can use a woman’s common sense to analyze events even if there’s moments in which she blows everything out of proportion after she indicates strict, literal authority over the proportion.  Pages here and there are often riddled with special theories which would make sense if they came from different people with different theories, so while Wharton does make guesses, the guesses would only function and be correct if some of the variable opinions on estimation had not existed.  May I change gear and play with verbs a bit?  Teachers often do hate play.  Wharton doesn’t make sense because she too quickly underestimates the valid points by random storytelling.  My head is often very numb and clear and so I’m at odds when it comes to providing voluminous phrases although dispute between genders in The Touchstone invade on mental acuity in the reader’s mind in regards to romantic letters or even ripped checks.  A book of this nature is for the battle of the sexes.  “Sex” isn’t an appropriate word for “gender” since people of two different genders don’t always have sex.  Besides, there’s more to gender than sex.  How is a check romantic?  That’d be an interesting question and it’s better than the 15 numbers above.  The 15 numbers above are typically given by teachers and pupils who don’t really want to get into the actual studying; some are rules, some are social quips, but they are all methods used for aversion to learning and comprehension.  Despite the fact Wharton’s book here isn’t good due to its portrayal of conflicted notions, ideas which are better off various characters’ personalities than off a single narrator’s personality, I’d rather get into this bad work of art than deal with ANY of the 15 numbers above.  Other numbers may be possible, too.  I swear!  It would’ve been great if the 15 numbers were just given in kindergarten and I never heard them again in any other school or train of thought.  For train of thought to be good enough for us to even have plenty of stamina, intellect, and imaginary struggle for The Touchstone we must prosper on vocabulary in addition to mere senses.  Edith gives off some very original senses here as well as the three elements indicated in the last sentence in this review, so, before we realize there’s no logic or organized determination on Wharton’s part to keep the lines at bay with a specific story on lovers and argumentative notes, it can be assumed that Touchstone (“Touchstone” in my vocal flow for a move at the simple in words) does suggest Wharton’s attempt at romance but the virtues written about on the chapters are disorderly and stamped in malfunctioning vibe.  It’s a love book though.  Written, original statements will surprise you, but you’ll be left with less than a story and more than a problem.

      

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/398143.The_Touchstone

Album Review, “Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death” by Dead Kennedys

Album Review, “Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death” by Dead Kennedys

I’m going to have plain English with my audience here unlike what the Dead Kennedys would give in this album.  Try to picture that scene in the movie “Airplane” where a guitar-playing nun tries to make listeners sick and realize the Dead Kennedys here would go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, until you’ve been sick more than a million times.  A song on this heavy-metal album is a track which indicates hatred of life and materialism like the rest of the music selections.  Apparently, the Dead Kennedys think convenience is better than liberty.  While it may be true that I’m able to feel my stomach well during my session of tune-in to the album, everything, including the little tidbits that are excused as business greed, makes art seem like the unapproachable side of life for which criminals and maniacs are less than happy in beautiful dispute.  This statement is especially true if you’re into sounds without all the logic and stuff.  Confusion is guaranteed with this garbage.  Maybe you’ve been following along in this review from the casual study and I clap for better performances.  The Dead Kennedys only sense power here.  What’s the problem with them?  It’s like they just can’t wrap around the fact there’s difference between correction and forced error and so they distinguish themselves in corruption, even if it means convenience gives off less in terms of allowance compared to self-destruction.  Honestly, I got sick quick.  I was hoping to listen to some good 80’s music but instead I’m left with 80’s drudge and dysfunctional humor.  Horror is taken by context throughout this heavy-metal compilation until there’s no goal for even the boundaries to show up at.  Excuse me if I seem disappointed guys, really disappointed.  Rollercoaster rides are relevant to the Dead Kennedys for this work of art (or business, or underwear) because sometimes we’re rushed into life’s noise just as we’re approaching the climax towards liberty and convenience.  But the Dead Kennedys just seem to only allow for convenience!  Mark after mark, mote for mote, they’re pretty much a tease, another clown group who can’t afford a car in their own minds.  After all, with so much pressure of being a business man and being tangled with the destiny of making money, any liberal function just seems to be a disorder to them.  Vulgarity and arrogance are at work here: they don’t know what they’re doing, at all, whatsoever.  However the strong band moves towards impossibilities has to do with their self-hypnosis tricks.  Excessive sounds here suggest bad temper, foul play, and gross metaphors.  Who knows?  Somebody has to have a really good feeling in the stomach; that’s because wild animals have that benefit of caressing their insides from the use of voice and lip-to-mouth humming from moments on end although dignity for the Dead Kennedys is about as good as maggots.  “Maggots” is a religious term used to describe someone who thinks that everything you know is wrong and an artistic individual with such mentality can remark on morals but his or her general rights of speech are showy.  And my answer to the Dead Kennedys is complex yet intrusive- if you’re going to make people sick on purpose no matter how right plain English is to be, perhaps you need to taste more than fear.  By the way, why taste fear if there’s no logic behind it?  Such flavor resembles romance but there’s not enough virtue and morality to prove the poetry.

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

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Nintendo- Why Does the Light Blink?

Nintendo- Why Does the Light Blink?

I’m talking about the Nintendo Entertainment System.  Even during the years when Nintendo made that console there would’ve been problems, some positive, some negative.  If you look online at the instruction manual for a 1988 model of NES you’ll see this quote from near the bottom:

“Try pressing reset button.  If no improvement, turn Control Deck power switch off, remove and re-insert pak.  Turn power on.  Press reset button.”  -pg. 13

NES stands for Nintendo Entertainment System.  The Control Deck is that very system and a pak (or pack) would’ve been used for bringing up a program or two.  May I be a bit casual here?  I don’t want to be an academic jerk you’ve probably run into at elementary school.  What’s noticed here in Nintendo’s quote is that it talks about power and reset.  That’s okay.  My Atari 5200 has power and reset, too.  Both the Atari 5200 and the Nintendo Entertainment System use power and reset.  There’s a problem.  How could a programmer back then tell the difference between power and reset?  Both Atari and Nintendo struggled a lot (that’s an understatement) to get their machines to work and their programmers had to contend with the difference between power and reset.  I mean powering a system on and resetting a system.  My NES and Atari 5200 games off and on have glitches, errors, and visual mistakes on the TV.  Even my Pitfall game on the Atari 5200 is strange.  Best Electronics, a company responsible for aftermarket Atari products, doesn’t know why Pitfall works on my 2-port Atari 5200 console when it’s been said by gamers that it’s not supposed to work on a 2-port Atari 5200 console.  My 2-port 5200 has a new motherboard from Best Electronics.  That motherboard was sitting in an Atari warehouse for years and has given my Pitfall game life when I’m not a hacker whatsoever.  So, any piracy you may assume to be going on here is completely coincidental.  Trust me, the last thing I want to do is to break my machine from messing with it and Nintendo games themselves have coincidental features too when I attempt to play them off my TV like a normal person.  Centipede on my Atari 5200 is buggy from time to time and the distorted controls and visuals hitting the TV screen are resulted from my gold buttons (among other things) on my 5200 controller due to buttons positioning themselves on my controller’s front case.

In conclusion, what Nintendo and Atari struggled on was to get the TV to accept their videogame consoles and for it to tell the difference between power and reset.  My informal but academic discussion on power and reset should be helpful for conversation, social skills, and movements of talking that educated, interested people can debate on since videogame industries can use a helping hand in programs and manipulated devices.  No attempt is made here to discover secret sauces on video games since I’m no hacker.  My dispute here is credential as I’ve embarked on these descriptions for certain Nintendo and Atari products from the past, just like how Friedrich Engels would’ve provided descriptive criticism and academic awareness over firearms and guns of his educated opinion.  I hope my guesstimation here helps and I’ll see you guys later.

 https://youtu.be/KC7K96jp5rA

Album Review, “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim” by Jim Croce

Album Review, “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim” by Jim Croce

The message of Jim Croce’s album is simple, “People are killed, I have no money, and sleeping with girls is good.” Ask me if you think that is a nice message. (I don’t think it is.) Jim seems pretty lazy in this album because he wants days to last forever and sings about drug addicts with no morality. You can laugh a bit on this piece of advice when I tell you to stay competent and not take his insults lightly. It’s not like just one song gives off a bad vibe; all songs here provide me with something to munch on with despise since his talk about New York isn’t helpful to poor and rich alike and walking in Georgia is a tasteless experience for him. Why does my review seem random? Probably because Jim Croce made this album without focus and I’m just reporting the numbers, tracks between the shades of grey, when my computer doesn’t always let me be specific in my own personal grammar. Everything in this album is dumb luck. There’s even a song called “Rapid Boy” or something and it’s a story of some clown who can’t decide what fashion is or how to approach a Chevrolet. Is my review in a frenzy? Maybe. But this album is guaranteed to confuse everyone, for, through and through, the music selections add onto the insults out there in Jim Croce’s sweet, demeaning voice. So often there’s no moral decision indicated by lyrics nor do the narrators leave their mark on a product less than random. Really, it seems Jim Croce was trying to speak out of different tongues despite the fact poor people in the rain are not exactly going to leap up with some kind of hippy song without getting into depression later. Depression is hidden from what Jim Croce’s stories are here and thus any and all sweetness given is too much to bear. A guy in New York is one narrator who can’t choose his battles and would rather leave a very privileged city for the better, lying to himself that faces are “empty” and basically he permits clouds into the mind only as rain comes. Here I’m using a technique in reading Jim Croce’s poetry that I’ve borrowed from William Hazlitt. Overall the technique is: 1) to look at the words, and 2) to paint a picture of the words. Croce turned out to be okay in some regards although on “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim” he’s less than pleasing and more than annoying. Anything which comes off this album is discord against chaos and that general quality leads to society’s decay and demure position in pleasure of Jim’s criticism and vice. Sorry. It just isn’t beautiful here.


https://www.amazon.com/You-Dont-Mess-Around-Jim/dp/B001DPC400

Videogame Review, Ice Hockey for the VCS Cartridge Adapter

Videogame Review, Ice Hockey for the VCS Cartridge Adapter

This game is for the Atari 2600.  However, don’t play it on the Atari 2600 Jr. console.  It’s way better on the Atari 5200.  You heard that right.  My VCS Cartridge Adapter is another Atari 2600 console you attach to the Atari 5200 console and Ice Hockey is very much improved on this device because the hockey games are more realistic in depth.  Atari 2600 Jr. consoles play Ice Hockey but give its in-game motion too much speed, so while I don’t exactly know yet about other Atari 2600 consoles, my Atari 5200 console plays this game better.  Whew!  That was confusing.  When I play Ice Hockey on the “better” console, plenty of magic reminds me of ice on trade or pucks across from the net, as I’m digging into the icy arena with more depth on tackling, stealing, ice skating, and simply the general sport of playing 2-on-2 in this Atari game.  So why has ScrewAttack put down the Atari 5200 console when it can play lots of Atari 2600 games BETTER?  Quite simple.  Arrogance and vulgarity are at work.  Perhaps due to our knowledge of cliche ideas out there (such as “money can’t buy you love”), ScrewAttack, a journalist company on videogames, is generally afraid of letting huge amounts of games turn into played games.  Look, I understand, but we need to be honest as to what is actually better in terms of relative absolutes.  I’ve played Ice Hockey on my Atari 2600 Jr. and I don’t want to try it on that console again.  No way Jose!  So this means that, if you have an Atari 2600 Jr. and are absolutely forced to just deal with that Atari machine, Ice Hockey isn’t for you.  Everything on it for my junior form of the Atari 2600 console doesn’t seem ripe- there’s not enough natural flow of gameplay, not a whole lot of actual hockey action-play, so I can’t recommend it for that console.  Let’s deal with the Atari 5200’s import of this Atari 2600 game, shall we?  Colors still get preserved for Ice Hockey on my Atari 5200 although I’m not sure about all of our past’s TVs in regards to color tuning and performance.  VCS stands for “Video Computer System” and yet my VCS Cartridge Adapter doesn’t have the “BW” or black-and-white switch.  For modern TVs, that’s okay.  Because of how I can alter my TV to get the black-and-white effects Ice Hockey can appeal to us on, vision, as it is, is rather intelligent for modern times despite the fact I’m unsure about light guns for NES and Atari 7800.  Controls are good for Ice Hockey on the Atari 5200 console through the VCS Cartridge Adapter; just not my junior 2600.  Reviews of this nature I’m withholding for my dispute may be given to you on honest terms.  I want you to get bang for your buck.  Nobody has the right to say that certain videogame consoles (NES, Genesis, PS4) have “everything” and that certain videogame consoles (Dreamcast, Xbox, Atari 5200) have “nothing”.  Lots of videogame consoles have stuff.  That’s not the problem.  Problem is, videogame companies are spreading out the games on numerous consoles and providing us with false promotions on what’s fair and despicable.  Game programmers need to make money; I know that.  Ice Hockey most certainly can be played on my Atari 5200 with confidence since all its heat, vision, color, hockey player uniforms, leg-kicking cheats are demonstrated not only on something relatively unknown and unpopular, which is the VCS Cartridge Adapter, but because of how gold joysticks from Best Electronics can be used to further enhance our love of retrogaming, to distill buttons upon spaces between the video’s shades of control, my Atari 5200 SuperSystem ought to be enjoyed by everyone.  Atari 7800 consoles themselves are very much an improvement, too.  We just need to beware of the video games that aren’t quite ripe or detailed on their goals to the point of fair, challenging execution.  And by the way ScrewAttack… I have freedom of speech and, while there’s nothing too personal between us since we know money is a pain at times, you’d probably be better off using partial star ratings for consoles as opposed to individual games.  Anything surmised by this guesstimation has to do with quality of entertainment and not just skills on preference, even if preference lets us try out more on what makes the quality.  You don’t have to “step this way” or really manage things according to my practicality.  Videogame consoles usually, not always, but usually have random amounts of games, hence there’s a need to give partial ratings on them since we’re talking about collections as opposed to an individual package.  For example, Tetris on the Nintendo Entertainment System is only one identity whereas the Nintendo Entertainment System (because of hundreds of NES games) is a product with multiple personalities depending on the NES games.  I give partial star ratings to the Dodgers’ year, but not on a single baseball game; I give partial star ratings on the Rolling Stones’ life of art, but not on a single album.  That’s my rule for myself and it’s a probable suggestion.         

Restaurant Review, Farmer Boys in Bakersfield, California

Restaurant Review, Farmer Boys in Bakersfield, California

I get a crazy breath from the ambiance.  My orders are welcomed until food arrives under their country style between hours on end or future as promised.  Sometimes more than a few plates come over to me and mom when employees linger around decorations by pure instinct so reason includes service among drivers in rest, but at least my family gathers napkins for later use during epic moments against the softly abstract lobby near Game World and missing pieces of struggle.  A horse looks at me from the corner of my eye on a wall’s painting towards left or right depending on my family’s exchange of angle where delicious burgers are put down or up to test resistance within a world of hunger on soft notes, sweet colors that bounce off antiques in place of a great environmental blessing where farm tools (or pretend models) hang upon shelves across us due to our lobby’s peace and familiar volume.  Rivers become yellow in Bakersfield while they exist for temporary notion to which I remark on Farmer Boys with sudden glee, good fries, and morning chili at one table each session as location withholds me to pleasing experience.  Drinks usually have more air to my thirst compared to fire from a kitchen in need of hands above a floor when it’s clean of leftover footsteps all over mom’s exit heading to the comfort food, even if there’s pace on a whim as far as crowded emotions get the handle on our patience, and secure motion from the flurry of readiness, inside a building remarkable for unique cooking and delivery.  Of course, we’re saved from the raging idea.  Usually I show my parents the case on magic when pink becomes light in the atmosphere where distance is reckoned a trick on happiness in regards to adorable items just below the reversible shelter’s light, as this means, after I consider plausible doubts, Farmer Boys has more than generic items besides antiques and spicy burger specials.  Burgers can use enough spice when it comes to appreciation in my heart for the lovely dishes.  Enough generic items are listed on the menu to improve on what’s also special in multiple layers of presentation albeit showcase into rather quickly-delivered creations that happen to provide ingredients on basics so as to let ordinary sandwiches become stronger with their harvested toppings.  Wishes here only allow me like for considered favorites although my positive note should indicate no further dispute except for describing generics as to make them special and uplifting every other moment when Farmer Boys isn’t assisting our needs but preparing input for what’s helped over.  Very much of the nature is recognized by pleasure.  Restaurants like this one command simplicity towards favors on which my family exchanges the angle of wit, fascination, and intriguing routines, so there’s plenty of country life by decorations and food… did I mention breakfast?  You can buy tortillas, other stuff along the fades of which Farmer Boys pulls the lever on survival to give increased benefits in so many different kinds of food one will have to look for a scarecrow.  No crows are here though.  Terrific.   

Videogame Review, Donkey Kong Jr. for the Atari 2600

Videogame Review, Donkey Kong Jr. for the Atari 2600

This is a handyman’s dream.  I’m surprised by how Coleco and Nintendo went so far with this program despite the fact it’s practically broken.  Donkey Kong Jr. is the kind of Atari game which only a programmer understands, just a handyman would exist with.  Everything in this here program is in need of serious repair because movements you give with Donkey Kong’s song are extremely technical to the point of abruptness in concentrating efforts, psychology at work, Nintendo and Coleco basically forcing graphics into my cartridge without pleasure and elegance.  Besides, the difficulty switches to impossibility from time to time and, as a programmer myself in addition to critic and reviewer, I can’t cheat and say I know what’s going on inside my joystick, especially if we are to hand Donkey Kong Jr. to a child who can’t even spell his or her name.  We most certainly can’t allow our children to something broken; for one thing, stress and anger are common elements leading to schizophrenia that corporations deal with on artistic/fictional basis.  Taco Bell gives commercials from moments on end where nachos are given special attention to which common sense by most everyone balances the forefront except for the crazy guys; you know, my theory here includes those motocross bikers who wear soda logos and zip around dirt against society’s strict limits and we’re pretty lucky if happiness begins at all.  However my Atari game provides me with pleasure depends on skills for preference rather than quality of entertainment.  Since I’m someone with schizophrenia, I can tell when a game is failing as my pleasure sensors go over the roof on gaiety rather than destiny, so there’s points to consider.  Joysticks for Donkey Kong Jr. don’t work very well even after they’ve been redesigned with gold and yelps of which I actuate through measures akin to complex work instead of foul play at its accurate ways.  A Nintendo game of this nature is violent, that disqualifies it for general audiences; for players who are allowed by their gullible parents to play this game, action and battle isn’t vivid enough to let anyone spill the beans in conversation modes and most likely hurts us due to visionary voids to be perceived.  On the very level where you’re climbing ropes or chains or whatever and you’re jumping gators in an electric arena, gameplay is cut short, goals are choppy in the realm of reality.  Maybe I’m subtle on what I consider real or false yet I’m pretty figurative about the truth.  Coleco’s work here, or Nintendo’s work here, is vulgar- as you play the game with a lot of difficulty and unfair challenge, nothing is put all together to give off any cliche and hence Donkey Kong Jr.’s vulgar for retailing madness without polite submission.  Really I’m unsure as to what approach Nintendo and Coleco were coming up with here during a point in history when the videogame market crash of 1983/1984 occurred.  Perhaps… Donkey Kong is overrated.  Huge amounts of people like this Atari 2600 game and it’s surmised on my preference, since choice is often mitigated over partial star ratings in regards to money, quality of entertainment in Donkey Kong Jr. had been forced onto gamers and the Atari gaming crowd shouldn’t lessen the pain but need to increase their reaction.  If you ask me, there’s usually things we “need” to obtain or excuse although we fail at determining outlook with spiritual emotions, for, on our mark, since we get set and go, it’s more important to be spiritual than factual.  What regards to you see video games around us and I perceive the flurry of outpouring by poetic standards and visionary obligation?  Commando Raid and Cosmic Creeps own us on visionary destinations whereas Donkey Kong Jr.’s about as ugly like Atari’s canopy of failings from the past.  This game is broken.  Trust me, it’s best forgotten.  

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Movie Review, “Man of Steel” (Superman)

Movie Review, “Man of Steel”

Are critics on Rotten Tomatoes saying that Superman in this movie is average?  That’s not correct!  We can’t just say that an alien who pounds steel with fists and survives a train collision is “average” because that word doesn’t make sense.  “Generic” is the same as saying “average”.  We see the man of steel from outer space as well as on Earth as he’s rescuing innocent victims with the muscles, stamina, and brave personality of a good little alien.  There’s minimalist approach with enough bias to play out his game against invading natives from another realm of which a leader wishes for humanity’s destruction in place of our frail planet.  Krypton could’ve been revived until the stars came home.  Please, terraforming with ultimate effects and supernatural horror?!  That’s not average by any standard.  Earth is going to change more and more as “Man of Steel” gets replayed on cable over and over.  Folks will see why Superman can’t be underestimated and why Krypton is in a grave situation for itself after his father’s creative demise, so there’s hope, there’s thundering sound effects all over the theater and my TV can improve with important speakers.  I’m talking stereo.  Have critics forgotten that the Beatles’ first album was completely in mono and still is or are they calling “Man of Steel” generic due to all the popcorn-eating stillness?  For Christ’s sakes, Superman hardly eats anything and determines his mom’s old tube in Kansas with utters and shaken vision.  Certainly reviewers may become arrogant when they see a powerful movie like this one and call it “generic”.  Such input on movies is not going to help people have enough focus or quantified balance beyond what’s average and behind what’s excessive.  “Man of Steel” has stipulations within its borders.  And there’s something virtuous about Superman who understands Martians from their particular bug ship when he’s possibly destroying IHOP, leaving gas pumps in flames while the stations give off artificial nicknames, and Krypton is filled with so many bones and huts towards galactic death.  Besides all the chaos and the remnant discord there’s powers to powers, effects to effects, attacks to attacks.  We’re not talking plain, ordinaire music and birds who whistle to the tune of sunshine; we’re talking Superman, Krypton, various shades of grey, white and black in addition to all the colors of the rainbow by “Man of Steel”’s effects.  Excuse my creative grammar for just a second… now, will you eat popcorn now?  Movie goers need to stop watching constructive and destructive rows of graphics on TV and thinking there’s only void for what’s approved of for television, visual entertainment.  Next thing we know, movie goers might get so bored they’ll start thinking infinite black holes are “generic” in “Man of Steel”.  A generic item is an apple, not Superman.  Visionary art is often underestimated by so many critics and reviewers since they know all the stories behind everything.  This Superman movie was so powerful when it came out that I was afraid of watching it for years and years.  I’ve overcome my fears and now I can say there was just surface on which I panicked and I now search its depth to come to grips with extreme realities over world destruction.  Putting it lightly here is vain enough to complete this sentence when I’m frail and hopeless.  Leaders of the Martians who visit Earth are so thick-skull people it’s believed in my heart they would do away with love while there’s no physical background.  No other people to share ideas with, no background.  You’re allowed to judge on my movie opinion with rights and privileges, but not dysfunctional humor.  These aliens aren’t in taunt, they aren’t in reversed violence.  Everything seems real enough in “Man of Steel” although it gives healthy balance and power in a medium we must reconcile on supernatural consequences with.  Average?  Really?  Fine, eat an apple.

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Videogame Review, Commando Raid for the Atari 2600

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Videogame Review, Commando Raid for the Atari 2600

Are you a veteran?  Maybe I’m afraid of recommending just any videogame to you because of the shell shock which withholds much of the world into submission during catastrophes.  Quaker Oats, a company who produces that American cereal for health fanatics and traditionalists, was responsible for Commando Raid.  It’s a game for the Atari 2600 which draws a very good line for your efforts by providing a cliche in original rendering.  Cliches may be original if you’re lucky as an artist in portraying high-end visuals.  My Atari 2600 Jr. console is more than equipped for this war game- the color switch is used for automatic firing methods, you tilt the joystick up to press start, a red button at its corner behaves like the turret’s tough nail, enemy choppers mix in with the black birds, dangerous bombs twirl under frustrating collision detection, bullets occasionally zip beneath parachutes, and everything in Commando Raid is warlike, including the pink fog of dirt as it floats against fumes and my difficulty switches that make bombers and missile command as hairy considering the onslaughts.  Detections within the game by Quaker Oats usually go hand in hand with general demise, something like retro but not quite obsolete.  US Games was a part of Quaker Oats and hatched out this program in Santa Clara, California, by basis of homing in on the company headquarters’ whereabouts for me personally.  Do you know someone who has a dislike for anything personal against him or her?  Well, battles to consider ought to be designated in our minds in both constructive and destructive terms, so, although US Games gives personal touch in the instructions by actually telling the customers for Commando Raid to write a letter and appeal to the future with regards to visionary cliches, I guess so many Californians aren’t even interested in California.  Not even the Republic of Northern California wants to deal with California all that much.  My state was founded by mixtures of different people, hence there’s dispute.  We dispute among ourselves.  Atheism has ruined as much of Earth as religions have.  Why appeal to a side when my sadistic philosophy is illegal to various companies and individuals?  Commando Raid has its bait I take not due to some kind of internal desire in me to volunteer for preventive wars.  Role on my part has to do with understanding, physical vision, imaginary vision.  Look, I’m happy to exist.  Yet that’s not excuse for people’s attempts at covering up reality in place of some type of utopia that’s basically real in cartoon worlds rather than Earth’s physical, competitive existence.  Besides, why be so happy if it means we ignore the rest of our feelings and emotions to the point of beliefs in a vacuum?  Parents might not like Commando Raid just because of the violence.  Violence gets obvious enough and can destroy art at its very core.  There’s also possibility we dislike violence on important moments since people may resort to only a handful of singular emotions.  Sometimes people avoid violence because they don’t want fun: they don’t want fights because they don’t want peace, they don’t want anger because they don’t want enthusiasm, they don’t want depression because they don’t want honesty.  I’m going with Commando Raid.  Controls are accurate until movements are sensed and imagined above a no man’s land where buildings crumble at the mold, black birds sneak in straight-line velocity over random computer decisions, and sounds of conflict mix in with the paths I take by airspace and significant resistance.  And with all the probable collision detection and its varying touch of effect below layers of battling atmosphere, I feel alive!  I feel like I can rest easy at my home knowing that I may choose appropriate forms of peace when it counts.  An Atari game of this nature demonstrates things we see on TV so we can prevent them in real life.  So yes, abstract visuals in Commando Raid, just like graphics in My Little Pony and video presentations on Pokemon, identify us to great extent.  Video makes us for what we’re not so we can realize what we can be.  That’s art!  Art defines us with abstract visuals!  Let’s recommend Quaker Oats to ourselves because they showed the abstract on our Atari consoles to show what America was.  America has pieces of other countries, but we’re still America.  Homework always stinks because it’s not ours, but through our input and feedback to businesses like Quaker Oats who try to make our lives better, more individualism and designated communities are possible.  Now get out there and fight like a man… or a woman… or teacher… or a plumber, or a firefighter, or a complaining politician… whatever you conceive of this technological situation of playing a game on TV for spirit in addition to existence.          

Note: the video is Highretrogamelord’s, not mine.

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