The Second Lame Title Park Place Log

don't you just hate when food gets in the way of your alcohol?  as an aside, one shot at 10:50 does the trick if it's breakfast.  (this was written in my notepad, so i can only assume it's taken place, but for the life of me i can't remember why or when. it's times like this that i wish i had a journal.)

you cannot erase God with an edict.
    — the twilight zone (the obsolete man)

i reached Three-star Commander despite not playing all that much (shame in iNiS for not clocking time-played like Meteos does, btw (but then, Sega's United Game Artists was always on the ball)), but i still say that Elite Beat Agents is a half-step too difficult considering it's a Touch Generations title, and certain songs are just "configured" poorly.  on the plus side, it does make use of the rumble pack, which surprisingly few do (and shame on everyone who doesn't stick in a few lines of code to take advantage of it).

you're very pretty now that i see you clearly, but i'm afraid the only way i could convince you of my honorable intentions is by force, and i'm very, very sick of fighting.
    — the twilight zone (two)

why is it that bullets in shooters are always equally damaging regardless of their size and speed?  am i the only one who thinks varying strengths should be standard practice by now?  (of course, Cave goes for sheer numbers, so i'll excuse *them*.)

most people dislike vanity in others, whatever share they have of it themselves; but i give fair quarter wherever i meet with it, being persuaded that it is often productive of good to the possessor, and to others that are within his sphere of action; and therefore, in many cases, it would not be altogether absurd if a man were to thank God for his vanity among the other comforts of life.
    — benjamin franklin

while this doesn't say anything about the rest of the year, the first atlantic hurricane of 1996 was also bertha, which also formed 7 july.

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