446 pts ยท November 14, 2014
I can vouch for this: years ago I had a nice dinette set that I just wanted to get rid of, so I put it up on Facebook Marketplace.Had people who said they wanted it and never showed. One asked me to bring it to them across town to their 2nd floor apartment.I finally just stuck it on the lawn with "Free" sign on it, and it was gone 20 minutes later.
That's Felicia from Darkstalkers, by the way.
Many of the best games on the system were imports, sadly. Had those had been released outside Japan, it'd be a whole different conversation.
Still have mine as well (could use a new power supply, though). While somewhat limited on the 3d front, it was an excellent system for 2d.
As the woman in that picture: vibrant, happy, and as the loving soul that you so affectionately described her. I think she'd like that.
You're upset now, and she probably knew that you would be. Hopefully in time, when you think of her, you'll remember for how she was.
And I like to think that's what your aunt wanted you to have: the memories of those good times. To be able to remember her, not the disease.
Her lasting memories of him where of when he was well; laughing, happy; playing with his grandson; able to do the things he loved to do.
After he passed, family came down from all over for the funeral and something a sister had said stuck with me.
He'd hated that: watching his 13 year-old kid shoulder the responsibility instead of just being a kid. But it was what needed to be done.
All the while knowing that it was delaying the inevitable. Watching this strong, proud man no longer be able to do what he loved doing.
I was there every step of the way: chemo, doing the shopping, household chores, etc. Aside from school, there wasn't time for anything else.
I get it from both perspectives. My father passed from cancer when I was a teen, and for much of the time he was sick, it was just us. (1/?)
Husband material.
Yeah, you could. I still have that memory card around here somewhere. The cabinets also had headphone jacks if you wanted to use your own.
I think something that's being overlooked in the Neo-Geo's case is that it was legit arcade hardware that could be played at home.
I'm a tall guy, and it's always surprising to me how many strangers will ask me for a hug.
Certainly not something I expected to see; this is a fantastic thing that you're doing!
I've never been there, but have been to places like it. Seeing shorts, a shiny metal slide, and a sunny day gave my thighs sympathy burns.
Yep! It's been about a year since something like that was the subject of one of my nightmares and nearly ten years since I've graduated.
Except it's a Bachelor's.
Oh it might just be poor, contrived writing.
So, your response to watching a friend - who saved your life - get disemboweled by a laser is to command the sentinel who did it to..."sit?"
I lost my Mom to COPD (brought on by smoking) on October 20th. Smoking had stolen years of her life - and years of being in our lives.
I can vouch for this: years ago I had a nice dinette set that I just wanted to get rid of, so I put it up on Facebook Marketplace.
Had people who said they wanted it and never showed. One asked me to bring it to them across town to their 2nd floor apartment.
I finally just stuck it on the lawn with "Free" sign on it, and it was gone 20 minutes later.
I can vouch for this: years ago I had a nice dinette set that I just wanted to get rid of, so I put it up on Facebook Marketplace.
Had people who said they wanted it and never showed. One asked me to bring it to them across town to their 2nd floor apartment.
I finally just stuck it on the lawn with "Free" sign on it, and it was gone 20 minutes later.
That's Felicia from Darkstalkers, by the way.
Many of the best games on the system were imports, sadly. Had those had been released outside Japan, it'd be a whole different conversation.
Still have mine as well (could use a new power supply, though). While somewhat limited on the 3d front, it was an excellent system for 2d.
As the woman in that picture: vibrant, happy, and as the loving soul that you so affectionately described her. I think she'd like that.
You're upset now, and she probably knew that you would be. Hopefully in time, when you think of her, you'll remember for how she was.
And I like to think that's what your aunt wanted you to have: the memories of those good times. To be able to remember her, not the disease.
Her lasting memories of him where of when he was well; laughing, happy; playing with his grandson; able to do the things he loved to do.
After he passed, family came down from all over for the funeral and something a sister had said stuck with me.
He'd hated that: watching his 13 year-old kid shoulder the responsibility instead of just being a kid. But it was what needed to be done.
All the while knowing that it was delaying the inevitable. Watching this strong, proud man no longer be able to do what he loved doing.
I was there every step of the way: chemo, doing the shopping, household chores, etc. Aside from school, there wasn't time for anything else.
I get it from both perspectives. My father passed from cancer when I was a teen, and for much of the time he was sick, it was just us. (1/?)
Husband material.
Yeah, you could. I still have that memory card around here somewhere. The cabinets also had headphone jacks if you wanted to use your own.
I think something that's being overlooked in the Neo-Geo's case is that it was legit arcade hardware that could be played at home.
I'm a tall guy, and it's always surprising to me how many strangers will ask me for a hug.
Certainly not something I expected to see; this is a fantastic thing that you're doing!
I've never been there, but have been to places like it. Seeing shorts, a shiny metal slide, and a sunny day gave my thighs sympathy burns.
Yep! It's been about a year since something like that was the subject of one of my nightmares and nearly ten years since I've graduated.
Except it's a Bachelor's.
Oh it might just be poor, contrived writing.
So, your response to watching a friend - who saved your life - get disemboweled by a laser is to command the sentinel who did it to..."sit?"
I lost my Mom to COPD (brought on by smoking) on October 20th. Smoking had stolen years of her life - and years of being in our lives.