Tag Archives: nostalgia
If my childhood plans panned out…
(Via Pleated Jeans.) My childhood ambitions aren’t that far off: Profession: Teenage mutant ninja turtle, all the way. (Donnie, to be exact—which makes the panel above so much more accurate.) Wife: April O’Neil…or her skintight jumpsuit. Car: A regular dinosaur … Continue reading
Once, when I was small and pixels were big
I had some free time on Friday, so I busted out Castlevania II: Simon’s Quest for a couple of hours, and ended up beating it just after midnight. It was so nostalgic watching that dull, uninspired, pixelated ending again. I … Continue reading
Memories of Oates
I was standing atop a hillside covered in animal droppings and trying to figure out the manual focus function on Cheryl’s Sony Handycam. Down below, John Karyus, flanked by Diane and Carri, made his way across a dried riverbed; at … Continue reading
