Ketusbetus - Formaldehyde Forum

I needed that.

After the week had reached it's end on Friday afternoon and I walked out of school early, got to my car, drove home, packed up and went down to my mom's to help babysit and to kick back and relax.

I've got a horrid case of senioritis. Meaning since I'm a senior and I get out early I don't do my homework or I rarely touch any school work. Sadly, I usually get out early, go home and nap.

Repeat schedule for maximum deja vu.

Some days I regret getting out early, that I should have taken three more classes to fill up my day so I can keep myself busy. But at the time I wanted to get out early, go home nap like a bum, do my hobbies and hang out with my friends who also would get out as early as me. Most of these never came to be.

As I was heading down to southern Jersey I played my music as loud as I could to damper the horrible noise my car makes due to the missing muffler that I lost during the summer time after a trip to A.C. during one of the hottest days of the summer. The album was Demon Days and I was loving every second it was blasting in my ears. I would arrive to my mother's partially deaf.

The day went by quickly since I arrived, unpacked then took a nap because I'm a bum. I would wake up to my little brother crying, his nap was over when I was fifteen minutes into mine. Fair enough. That night I had pizza and wings. Best damn dinner I've had in a while.

The next day I would actually have my friend over. A rarity for me to have company over at my mom's. After managing to drive to her place and drive back to mine we watched a movie and just chilled out, it was nice. Normally at my mom's I like to be alone and away from everybody, to relax and catch up with my mom and whatnot but having my friend down was nice, if only that lasted longer.

Moving on, I drove her home so she can be with her girls and I returned to my mom's for another great dinner. After two plates of chicken and mash potatoes and ice cream to top it off I kicked back and watched two terrible movies.

It didn't phase me though, I was having a good day and I was feeling happy. Maybe it was because I hanged out with her, or maybe because it was a different day that it usually would have been. Maybe both.

Whatever it was, it was just what I needed.

Happy Birthday, Birthday Sprinkles !

First cup of coffee in Great Northern

i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

Dammit John. We sang it again...bastard.

Stinky and I.

Just a nerd moment I guess.

Today has been a mixed bag. It started off swell in the morning, until I lost my car keys. I had back up keys and they barely work due to the folks at the honda dealership shaving them a little too block compared to my original car keys which are smooth and doesn't make me want to harm a living soul.

I digress.

Sometimes I find myself listening in on other's conversations in school. While sitting in Study hall these kids were talking about three super powers they'd have. Since they took a quiz on their iphones about which hero they'd be.

The one kid, Chris said he'd have Wolverine as one power, my brain had a fart. I mean, he must have gotten the whole idea of the power wrong, right?

Unless that's what he's into, that's fine too.

Being the guy I am I asked him if he meant the comic book hero, who has more than one power or did he literally want to be the animal. He corrected himself with saying that he meant the claws, which I will admit was a good call. Then the teacher asked if he wanted the Adamantium claws or the bone claws. Most of the kids in the room agreed with her. I asked where she knows that from, they all said the Big Bang Theory. The kid next to me pointed to his gauges in his earlobe and said that would be his powers, his gauges were the Punisher Skull.

I wanted to correct him that the Punisher didn't have powers. Just lots of guns and ammo, but I kept my mouth shut. The talk about Wolverine continued and I added a few things in. To help clear things up, then the kid with the Punisher gauges pointed to me and said "Kev knows his shit man." That shit being comics. This was very true. Sometimes I pride myself in being a nerd, it does pay off some times. But I do become unaware of how much I do know of comics, video games movies, books, ect. until somebody points it out to me is only when I notice.

This nostalgic bastard.

Lately I've been growing bored of the newest of new in the gaming world. Sure, I love playing whatever games I have for the current generation of consoles but to be honest, nothing beats what I had as a kid. Today, I had the urge again. To lift up my bed, to move some junk around and dig out the things that made my childhood so full of win.

As a wee lad I played with my brother's Nes and Snes. Though, I was around four and hadn't the slightest clue how to play his games I still gained some sort of insight of how to hold the controller, how to jump, shoot and so on with the help of my brothers and sister. Then it happened, Christmas of '98. My christmas this year was something that would set me up for being the nerd I am today. My presents consisted of toys (of course) and the one game I will love with all my fleshy heart-

The first time I played this I remember not having any idea on how to get out of the house, so I got help from my sister's friend. After that I sort of eased my way into the game and I figured it all out on my own. The amount of time I put into this game will probably best that of any other game I've played in the later years. Beating the Elite Four, my rival then getting Mewtwo was one of the best damn things of my childhood, seeing the cool pokemon and the intense battles I had in the game were highlights of my childhood.

My brother had gotten the N64 that same Christmas and he was on it just about every day of the week with his friends. I would hang out with them, curse with them and play Golden eye, Smash Bros, Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, Super Mario 64, ect. with my brother and his friends. The next year I would receive a blue N64 (like the first picture above) with two controllers, Pokemon stadium, Kirby and Rampage. All of which would rule over my youth and it still does much so into my teenage years. Late last year, I would pull my old Nintendo 64 out from the basement with the games my brother had and his controllers. I would clean it up and play it along side my friends. When I found it I greeted it like an old friend, I was filled with happiness and nostalgia. Not to mention I was smiling like a complete and utter dork too, but it didn't matter.

Soon, I found me and my friends playing with our old game boy colors and playing Pokemon Red then Pokemon Gold and Silver. We would have a night dedicated to playing our Nintendo 64, but as much as we wished it wouldn't end we had to pack up and go home.

As for my brother's Snes and Nes, they're lost to the ages, if he had them still, I'd dust them off and fix them up as best as I could if there were any wrong with them. I love the Nintendo 64 and my GameCube and my Game boy color, but I sadly have to put them away for now, since I have little room to put them. And yet they'll always have room in my heart.