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why do we have to wait so long....graystation will have knocked up another 1M sales by next year..backwards compatability ?
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EVERYONE GANG-BEAT SHEEPY!!!
Why does everybody discriminate against OLD things? Music, books, movies, games, technology, the list goes on and on.
If you ask me, new stuff stinks. Popular music, lots of types of video games. I wonder if they've ever heard of the word classic...
I don't have much to say, except that Sheepy's a satanic monkey from space who thinks everyone agrees with him when they don't.
Why does everybody discriminate against OLD things? Music, books, movies, games, technology, the list goes on and on.
If you ask me, new stuff stinks. Popular music, lots of types of video games. I wonder if they've ever heard of the word classic...
I don't have much to say, except that Sheepy's a satanic monkey from space who thinks everyone agrees with him when they don't.
Sheepy was wrong in this topic. Classic games are just as good as the new games on the new systems!
The SNES proved this!
Mario Bros 1, 2, 3 were good games on the NES and so Nintendo decided to make a cartridge with all those games on them with slight graphical and audio enhancements and decided to give us the "Lost Levels" which had never before been seen on a Pal version SNES. ALso they threw in the new favourite of the time Super Mario World. This cart gave me months of fun and I still think the Mario Platformers are the best platform games ever!
The SNES proved this!
Mario Bros 1, 2, 3 were good games on the NES and so Nintendo decided to make a cartridge with all those games on them with slight graphical and audio enhancements and decided to give us the "Lost Levels" which had never before been seen on a Pal version SNES. ALso they threw in the new favourite of the time Super Mario World. This cart gave me months of fun and I still think the Mario Platformers are the best platform games ever!
Yes there is internet, and there is very likely internet gaming.
One thing that i like the sound of iis the ease of Gamecubes programming. N64 had a lot of difficultys in getting games out, and developers did not like it. GC is so fast and easy to use that Shigeru Miyamoto took just 3 days to create Mario 128! This means that developers will be coming head over heals to make fantastic games for it. Even Metal Gear Solid 2, and Crash Bandicoot games could be appearing on it! Another thing is that it is not a multimedia console. Of course, some people would like a multi-use machine, but Nintendo have gone for a games console, and thats what i want. I don't want some mess that does not play games as well as it could. I want a console that plays games. Gamecube is that console.
the only thing that needs to be said is that we will see what the better console and with the pre order system already not promising a ps2 for christmas proves that it is possible ( the pre order thing aint great but it lets us see how many people would prefer a ps2 to a gamecube/xbox/dreamcast.
and in response to the earlyer comment sony does make games for the playstation, so as we can see if you dont even know that then how can you know or even judge any thing about a console you know nothing about.
and in response to the earlyer comment sony does make games for the playstation, so as we can see if you dont even know that then how can you know or even judge any thing about a console you know nothing about.
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the
corner of the basement of the house half a block down
the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back
then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust
peachy!!! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my
mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for
breakfast.
Dawww!! Big bowl of sauerkraut!
Every single mornin'! It was driving me crazy.
I said to my mom, I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And
my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow
looks at an oncoming train. And she leaned right down next to me, and she
said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to
the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but
sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.
That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement
and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is
always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh so
fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers play their
ukuleles all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a
nickel!
Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah!
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true.
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this
contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard
Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand
prize. That's right, a first class, one-way ticket...
to Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya,
it was really great... except that I had to sit between
two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. And the little
kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time. The
flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight
movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore...and, oh yeah, three
of the airplane engines burned out, and we went into a tailspin and crashed into
a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and
everybody died. Except for me. You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Ah-ha-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Aahhh. So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage,
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days,
draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor
saxophone and my 12-pound bowlin' ball and my lucky, lucky
autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world famous
Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh so
fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's OK,
they're clean.
Well, I checked into my room, and I turned down the A/C, and I turned on the
SpectraVision, and I'm just about to eat that little
chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much, when suddenly
there's a knock on the door. Well, now, who could that be?
I say, "Who is it?" No answer.
"Who is it?" There's no answer.
"WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything.
So finally, I go over and I open the door, and just as I suspected, it's some big,
fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut, and
only one nostril. Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right. So, anyway, he bursts into
my room, and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like,
"Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me."
And he's like, "Tough!"
And I'm like, "Give it!"
And he's like, "Make me!"
And I'm like, "'kay!"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus, and I bit off his ear and he
chewed off my eyebrows, and I took out his appendix
and he gave me a colonic irrigation, yes indeed, you better believe it. And
somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off
the hook. And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know
what it said? I'll tell ya what it said!
It said, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator."
In Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a
solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest, I
would not sleep for an instant, until the one-nostrilled man was brought to
justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in
my car, and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy
behind the counter and he says, "Yeah, whaddaya want??"
I said, "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said, "Nah, we're outta glazed donuts."
I say, "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta jelly donuts."
I said, "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts."
I said, "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said, "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls!"
I said, "You got any apple fritters?"
He said, "No, we're outta apple fritters!"
I said, "You got any bear claws?"
He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go check."
"No, we're outta bear claws!"
I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?"
He says, "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels."
I said, "OK, I'll take that."
So he hands me the box, and I open up the lid, and the weasels jump out and
they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all
over. Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know,
I think it was just about that time that a little ditty
started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little somethin' like this:
DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh
God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God!
Ah,
AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh!
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin'
my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a
constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into
the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was
a calligraphy enthusiast, with a slight overbite, and hair the color of strained
peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me.
She said, "Hey, you've got weasels on your face."
That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate
together, we bathed together, we even shared the
same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got
married, and we bought us a house and had two
beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh we were so very, very, very happy,
aw yeah. But then, one fateful night, Zelda said to
me, she said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record
Club?" I said, "Woah! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not
ready for that kind of a commitment!"
So we broke up, and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go...
in Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me, because about a week later, I
finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me
a part-time job at the Sizzler! I even made employee of the month after I put out
that grease fire with my face. Aw yeah, everybody
was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude.
OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my excess
earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to
carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say, "Hey,
you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just
rolls his eyes, and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a
chainsaw!" So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being
sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to
know that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a
really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he
complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me
on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three
days. Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of
his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and
bleeding all over, and I'm like, "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just
keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and
screaming, "Aaaahhhh! AaaaahhhhOhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" You know, completely
missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some
people just can't take a joke, you know?
Anyway, um...um...where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought.
Uh, well, uh, OK, anyway, I-I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it,
but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is...
I HATE SAUERKRAUT!
That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to
wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of
loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful
meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of
comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe
of ours, there's still a little place
called Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
I said A! (A!)
L! (L!)
B! (B!)
U! (U!)
querque! (querque!)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
Al...buquerque!
*burp*
heh heh heh heh
corner of the basement of the house half a block down
the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back
then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust
peachy!!! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my
mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for
breakfast.
Dawww!! Big bowl of sauerkraut!
Every single mornin'! It was driving me crazy.
I said to my mom, I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And
my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow
looks at an oncoming train. And she leaned right down next to me, and she
said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to
the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but
sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.
That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement
and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is
always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh so
fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers play their
ukuleles all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a
nickel!
Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah!
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true.
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this
contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard
Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand
prize. That's right, a first class, one-way ticket...
to Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya,
it was really great... except that I had to sit between
two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. And the little
kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time. The
flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight
movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore...and, oh yeah, three
of the airplane engines burned out, and we went into a tailspin and crashed into
a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and
everybody died. Except for me. You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Ah-ha-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Aahhh. So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage,
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days,
draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor
saxophone and my 12-pound bowlin' ball and my lucky, lucky
autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world famous
Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh so
fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's OK,
they're clean.
Well, I checked into my room, and I turned down the A/C, and I turned on the
SpectraVision, and I'm just about to eat that little
chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much, when suddenly
there's a knock on the door. Well, now, who could that be?
I say, "Who is it?" No answer.
"Who is it?" There's no answer.
"WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything.
So finally, I go over and I open the door, and just as I suspected, it's some big,
fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut, and
only one nostril. Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right. So, anyway, he bursts into
my room, and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like,
"Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me."
And he's like, "Tough!"
And I'm like, "Give it!"
And he's like, "Make me!"
And I'm like, "'kay!"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus, and I bit off his ear and he
chewed off my eyebrows, and I took out his appendix
and he gave me a colonic irrigation, yes indeed, you better believe it. And
somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off
the hook. And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know
what it said? I'll tell ya what it said!
It said, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator."
In Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a
solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest, I
would not sleep for an instant, until the one-nostrilled man was brought to
justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in
my car, and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy
behind the counter and he says, "Yeah, whaddaya want??"
I said, "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said, "Nah, we're outta glazed donuts."
I say, "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta jelly donuts."
I said, "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said, "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts."
I said, "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said, "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls!"
I said, "You got any apple fritters?"
He said, "No, we're outta apple fritters!"
I said, "You got any bear claws?"
He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go check."
"No, we're outta bear claws!"
I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?"
He says, "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels."
I said, "OK, I'll take that."
So he hands me the box, and I open up the lid, and the weasels jump out and
they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all
over. Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know,
I think it was just about that time that a little ditty
started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little somethin' like this:
DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh
God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God!
Ah,
AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh!
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin'
my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a
constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into
the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was
a calligraphy enthusiast, with a slight overbite, and hair the color of strained
peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me.
She said, "Hey, you've got weasels on your face."
That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate
together, we bathed together, we even shared the
same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got
married, and we bought us a house and had two
beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh we were so very, very, very happy,
aw yeah. But then, one fateful night, Zelda said to
me, she said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record
Club?" I said, "Woah! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not
ready for that kind of a commitment!"
So we broke up, and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go...
in Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me, because about a week later, I
finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me
a part-time job at the Sizzler! I even made employee of the month after I put out
that grease fire with my face. Aw yeah, everybody
was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude.
OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my excess
earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to
carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say, "Hey,
you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just
rolls his eyes, and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a
chainsaw!" So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being
sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to
know that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a
really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he
complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me
on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three
days. Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of
his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and
bleeding all over, and I'm like, "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just
keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and
screaming, "Aaaahhhh! AaaaahhhhOhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" You know, completely
missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some
people just can't take a joke, you know?
Anyway, um...um...where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought.
Uh, well, uh, OK, anyway, I-I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it,
but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is...
I HATE SAUERKRAUT!
That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to
wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of
loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful
meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of
comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe
of ours, there's still a little place
called Albuquerque!
Albuquerque!
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!)
I said A! (A!)
L! (L!)
B! (B!)
U! (U!)
querque! (querque!)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
(Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque)
Al...buquerque!
*burp*
heh heh heh heh
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