When a gray cat named Chester invades Patches’s backyard, we almost reach a ferocious faceoff. Chester gains the lead when he gains higher ground after jumping on a stump, causing Patches to panic @ 1st. But then Patches rolls round on the concrete & then decides he’s bored o’ the whole matter. Chester is victorious. […]
Accompanying music Spring infests ~ afternoon traffic, this ol’ frog.
I’ve already bashed this level in the big post I made comparing Super Mario Bros. 3 & Super Mario World 3 years ago & reminded you all how much I hate slow autoscrollers when criticizing Super Mario Bros. 3’s worst level 2 years ago, so this post was inevitable; & replaying through Super Mario World1 […]
En mi refujio nuklear en ke me rekuperaba de el kaso de “C++”, ojeaba biejos kuadernos y leí un mensaje de me de 2015 ke adbirtió kontra “la tiranía de 2015”, a ke solo pude responder, <Tengo malas notisias de 2020…>. In my fallout shelter, recuperating from my case o’ C++, I flipped through ol’ […]
I didn’t finally give up on this immense waste o’ time ( though a sane person would’ve years ago ); I’ve just been implementing a bunch o’ things — all @ once ’cause implementing 1 form tore apart the code in other parts, so that the game was in a broken form till I finished […]
Frosty March ~ huddled together winter pinecones.
Accompanying music Light spring rain ~ just a dandelion tortured to death.
What stands out most is that, despite this game taking place in the Mushroom Kingdom & having plenty o’ mushrooms in ?-blocks, the terrain is rarely composed o’ mushrooms, but more oft those contradictory blocks that are a mix o’ natural cracked rock & unnatural perfect square shape ( or grass, if playing Super Mario […]
Late February… & squandered fog — O, how squandered…
So cozy is the evening o’ the year; but the new year… it’s opening blinds to blinding light & yanking all the blankets off me… ¿Why? The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper cooked warm on death row. But now I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze. & the’ain’t e’en any leaves. […]
