I never had an Atari 2600 / VCS. The second generation of video games was a bit before my time I reckon. Lately, I've been playing a bunch of 2600 games via emulation (because I'm a dirty pirate), and it's been a wonderful new experience. You know, simple games that take some imagination. I've enjoyed them so much that I got my very own six-switch system in all its wood-grain excellence, and I heckin' love it. It's been a lot of fun, and I hope to pick up more games for it soon. Thankfully, the Atari 2600 is mega cheap to collect for. Yes yes, good fun.

I got my first-ever flu vaccine earlier this year. Never again do I want that horrid nightmare disease. I had it in December of 2023, and it was just the pits. I don't know if I ever had the flu before then, but this was definitely the worst of the worst. I sincerely thought I might die. I suffered and wailed and cried and just wanted it to end. Even the most severe colds only hang around a few days, maybe a week at most, but this flu was two weeks of agony. I have a perfectly fine immune system and no major health issues, but this flu was a plague from the darkest depths of hell. I've never been that sick. When I finally recovered, I vowed to get the influenza vaccine every year no matter the cost, and so this year I did. I don't have insurance, so I have to pay out of pocket, but any price I can afford is worth it if it means I don't have to suffer that pestilence again. I got the shot and there was nothing to it.

The flu can kick rocks.

This is a real banknote from Zimbabwe in southern Africa as it was suffering from some of the worst inflation ever seen. They have since switched to other currencies, such as the euro and U.S. dollar. I can't buy anything with it, but it's still pretty neat. There's also a 100 trillion dollar note, but come on, who needs that much money? I'm not greedy. I'll live in austerity with my measly ten trillion dollars, thank you very much.

Animals I didn't know existed—the zorilla. They're horrifying nightmare monsters that you DO NOT want to mess with. They're also known as striped polecats, but they are not skunks. They thrive in dry, arid regions and can be found throughout much of Africa. They're aggressive, mean little things and won't hesitate to blind their foes with noxious anal spray. Blegh. It's a foul-smelling liquid that can also cause painful skin irritation to unlucky souls who get too close. It's said that even the mighty lion fears the zorilla. Stay far, far away.

Once upon a time, Big Kmarts were everywhere, but now there's only one left in the entire world (and presumably the universe). I have good memories of wandering through those stores. As a kid, I'd roam the aisles while my grandmother waited for her prescription to be filled, checking out the games, the toys, and anything else that caught my eye. The last thing I ever bought from Kmart was a bag of candy to sneak into the movie theater, 'cause I ain't payin' for theater candy. At the end of the day, they were just a soulless business, but I did meet Santa there once, and he taught me that Alabama only has four different letters in its name. I don't know where I'm going with this. I also had a dream once that there was a tiny Kmart under a street that harassed people who went by. "And when you're down here, Georgie, you'll be lovin' these prices too."

It took a year or so, but the neighborhood stray here finally lets me pet him. He's a friendly boy and deserves all the good scritches. He's all but decided that he lives here now, so I feed him and gave him a name. He just looked like an Otis. Sometimes I call him Oats. That's a tough cat, and I can tell he's been in lots of fights. He's missing the top part of his left ear, and only he knows how that happened. I love him lots, and he's part of the family now.

I haven't been on in years, so I wanted to make a return in some form. It's still up, but it would seem I'm forever locked out of the channel. I know the password and email and all that. Still, Google wants to "verify that it's [me]" by sending a text, but the phone number associated with the account no longer exists, and there doesn't seem to be any other way. Believe me, I've tried it all. This channel has been around since 2011, but it would seem the party has come to an end.

BUT, maybe it's a good thing. A fresh start could be just what I need. I'm actually excited about starting something new from the ground up. I hope to learn from my mistakes and bizarre, cringe-worthy past as a creator. I want to make a new, cozy place for my thoughts, art, and general silliness. Warm, welcoming, relaxed—all the good feelings. I'd like to talk about random things of interest, like muh video games, old books, plays, philosophy, movies, cartoons, and little things like that. I want to do more episodes of my cartoons, dramatic readings of stories, ridiculous YTPs, and other goofy stuff. No news, no politics, no profit motives, no hate—just lovely vibes for lovely people. As always, I am hopeful.

I'll be sure to let you all know when things get rolling. We'll see.

I received a very thoughtful review on an old upload, and it brought up a lot of difficult feelings. It's surreal to think that something I worked on could have lasting impact on someone. I'm touched, but there's also a bit of sadness. Yonder Ho is my cartoon series that I started back in 2013. I had no idea what I was doing at any step of the way—bad art, terrible animation, seriously strange writing choices, a few regrettable attempts at humor, and poor sound design to top it all off. It was a mess in so many ways, but darn if it doesn't have a big ol' place in my heart. I was lucky to have amazing friends who brought the characters to life, crappy mic and all, and I truly cherish the memories of recording voices with everyone. Oh, the memories. It just hurts. I'd like those days to come back. For all its flaws, the show meant a lot to me; it still does.

It's been a long time since the last episode, and I feel like I haven't done much since then. I want to be productive again. It’s hard watching the years tick by, knowing I didn’t finish everything I wanted to. I have so many unfinished projects that haunt me. I start projects, then I get depressed or overwhelmed, and I end up running away from them. The longer I put things off, the harder it is to go back.

Reading this review and looking back at others just hit me some kinda way. It makes me want to work more on myself so I can get back to creating. I am hopeful for the future.

Tiny Toon Adventures: Buster Busts Loose for the Super Nintendo is a fantastic game from Konami (you know, back when they were cool). You might want to check it out. It's a licensed game that doesn't suck. I had this one as a kid, played it a bunch, but never beat it. I've been playing it again recently and having a grand time. It's cozy and sweet and captures the art and humor of the show nicely. All the good memories. It's on the short side, not too tough, and just lots of fun. It's a game of its time, so there's no way to continue if you get a game over. Well, there's an easy mode that gives passwords, but most of the game is missing. The normal difficulty is pretty generous with extra lives, though, so hang in there! If you can beat the second level, the rest of the game isn't too hard. With a little patience and practice, it's a walk in the cake. Yeah, just super fun, well-made, lots of charm, would highly recommend. Love it.

If you have a SNES, this game is also hecka cheap. There's another Tiny Toon game for the system, but I haven't played that one.