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I’d rather play games than make them.
I don’t know of any place that sells them anymore.
Plus, without emulation, you can’t really play the foreign stuff.
Run them under warm water on the non-label side to dissolve any residue on there, then squirt a ring of toothpaste near the hole in the middle, all around it, and work that to the outside with your thumb, that action polishes it and leaves any scratches running across the data tracks so normally resolvable by error correction. I've saved a number of old CDs and DVDs this way, although scratched Wii game discs for some reason don't like this, but plain PC CD and DVD-ROMs haven't been hurt at all doing this. Neither have my scratched Wii games either to be honest, it has resolved the problem of the scratches, just they wouldn't read before and they still won't.so some got stratched
Not your parents, for not teaching you that you need to handle things with care? (not throw the queenbee in the new hive, carefully place LP's without touching nor bending, not shake CD readers while the CD is spinning inside, etc)Im a bit pissed about my Younger Self:
I followed some advice on routersecurity.org and smallnetbuilder.com - found those two to be especially useful resources. Combining that with a FSF-endorsed* router such as can be found on ThinkPenguin.com seems like a pretty good way to go. GL.iNet also seems to be quite well respected, though doesn’t have a FSF* endorsement.I'm gonna upgrade my home network, WIFI first by getting a separate router. What features should I be looking for: WIFI 6, an x in there somwhere, Dual Band, 5GHz and other stuff?
Now, obviously games with zero resemblance to real life can't be fun (just see Tetris)
Returning from the bathroom, I walked into an empty classroom. The back door was open, though, and sun and breeze were streaming in. It was eerily quiet. I stepped out the back door to find the bodies of my classmates strewn all over the lawn, bloody, dead. Only a couple were still alive, catatonic, carefully loading the bodies into a sport-utility. I stood there in shock, watching the scene, trying to figure out what had happened, when I realized I was being watched. It was her, the beautiful girl, Parvati/Kali. She looked at me with the slightest of smiles, wide eyes, arms and palms turned out towards me, presenting the entire scene to me. With that gaze, I instantly realized she had done this, she did it as a lesson for me, she was trying to show me how beautiful death can be, she killed these children to teach me and to teach them the beauty and value of both life and death. She freed them, she let them go, she returned them to the eternal all-pervasive universal consciousness. It was a gift, her gift, her eternal timeless lesson to us, to not hold on so tightly to such a precious gift as life and overlook the precious gift that is death.