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I’ve used highlights from Son in the past, that one as an OBS scene when my former Brawlstars partner would score, but I’ve gotta hand it to him for defying the do-or-die stakes and coming through with a world-class assist to advance. Somewhere out there, assuming the Parkinson’s hasn’t completely taken his mind, 윤대섭 smugly recalls championing his countrymen against the doubts of a fellow viewer of Soccer Made in Germany. I lived to see the advent of Kpop, too.

Been a while since I’ve been able to transcribe my dreams, but I blame that on the boy (which like Homer, there’ll probably be more of), tending to him first thing in the morning replaces any recall of them with the immediate need to secure my motor skills and consciousness. So it was a struggle, but I managed to rescue a crucial detail. I was on a football field, geared up as an actual team member of the Chicago Bears, or another northern club such as Green Bay, and as you might expect from my involvement, our performance was less than satisfying. So poor was it, in fact, that the crowds had long begun emptying the stands. I was told they were leaving to pursue more interesting, new sports. And as it were, in the first hall of the gymnasium next to the stadium plenty of our former fans had gathered around a fence inside which eight young men paired off were preparing for their upcoming match. I’d move on before they started, but it involved solid paddles and extremely bouncy balls that traveled the length of the arena, and then some. The next game was already in progress, a volleyball knock-off with a position that seemed to be filled by ex-defensive linemen who literally sat in the middle of the court and surprisingly contributed to moving the beach ball to the other side. There in the back was a line of folks playing table tennis but off the floor, which I told myself was too easy a one. My imagination was reaching.

What if by going for one box over the other, he was always picking the loser? Maybe he’s a hyper-intelligent being and been fixing the games himself!

[Had this story tabbed for quite some time, so I thought I’d dispense with it.]

Idea I had with the advent of high definition was for a Metroid-like old-school platform-explorer that’d take advantage of those extra pixels and make each stop an enormous cavern, requiring far more than the usual flick of the X-ray visor to find the hidden missile target. Boss fights could be insane romp-arounds. Why must the push, in even 2-D remakes, always be for denser, more detailed models the same size as the low-res sprites we were once perfectly happy with? I think this every time I watch sports on TV, too: let me occasionally see the whole World Cup field and all the players in relation to one another on it, not just the fucking corporate sponsor logos more clearly! (One thing I admire about Taiwanese TV, they sure know how to get the most out of their real estate. Their news looks like a newspaper.) Why can’t one by-product of our big-screen generation be a greater sense of perspective? Okay, next.

Jailbreaking with Spirit was easy as pie, PdaNet worked so well I bought a license, but I just had to be greedy and try Martin’s Chinese solution to install api’s. Cookies in apps no longer saving—and no, the permission fix didn’t help—and some even stopped working altogether. So yeah, full restore with an old backup. (If I were more daring, I’d have tried the firmware downgrade at the time, because I’ll have to, eventually.) Next day I get back on the Itchy and Scratchy Land log ride for Marcelo’s cracked TV player to watch the World Cup. Sucks when you’re not satisfied with Steve Jobs’ vision of the world for everyone.