Maybe a Starbucks

You know, I'm a pretty bad artist, but I like to do it for fun. So, it's not every day that I make a blog-worthy piece of art. So the second I finished this and realized it didn't look like garbage, my exact thoughts were, "I'm gonna blog all over this," because a) it was presentable enough for the world-wide web to see it, and b) it's been hard for me to think about things to blog about lately.

It took me like five and a half hours.

Here it is: (you probably already saw it because, well, I mean it's not like you have to scroll down a long ways to see it. It probably appeared when you opened the page, but nevertheless I'm going to reveal it like you haven't seen it, and like it wasn't the first thing you saw when you opened the page.)

I'm actually proud of it.

For the first voluntary time that I know of, I traveled on a train a week ago. It's a strange experience. It would've been wonderful, except I had those tiny little earphones that I brought along as to not take up space. They kept falling out of my ears and they were so painful. How do people tolerate them? It takes a while to fall asleep, and eating. Oh, eating.
Eating on a train is quite the life experience. I had breakfast on there. I kept wondering how my orange juice wasn't falling on the floor. And those waiters carrying around huge platters on their finger tips on this big wobbly train. How do they not fall over? I wonder how often they spill on someone. When I walk from car to car I practically fall onto sleeping people as I walk by. By the way, I had sunny-side up eggs, a "fresh warm" biscuit, bacon and hashbrowns.
At one of my train stops I walked by an old freight car, and there was this strange rhythm coming out of it. When I hear strange things I make up stories for the explanations. There was a hobo in that car. He used to be a drummer for a famous band in the '60s but he lost it all in Vegas and now he passes the time by drumming on some metal inside a freight train at train stations.

Well, it's out with the old and in with the new in my house this week. Since we're moving a couple states over it became my duty to (Dun Dun Dun) clean out the Nintendo box! This box is filled with old Nintendo "relics" we've accumulated over the years from garage sales, FunkoLand Video Game Store, and who knows where else.
Let me just give you a glimpse into what we've got in this box. Some people keep their child's artwork forever. Some people keep movie stubs from dates. You know, mainly sentimental things. I for one, can simply not part with all this crud.
I've got a NES steering wheel for playing Rad Racer on the NES that no longer works. I've got about 11 N64 games I haven't played since 2001. I've also got two copies of Super Mario Bros. 3, 7 NES controllers, a broken N64 controller, about a dozen AC adapters, and endless miles of cords.
I also have about five SEGA Genesis games (one of them being Sonic the Hedgehog 2, which I downloaded from Virtual Console), and I have a Sega Controller and a Sega Joystick which I think I used to use to play NHL Hockey... but guess what. I have no Sega Genesis. Where did all this come from? I have one SNES controller, but no Super Nintendo Games, no Super Nintendo Cords, no other Super Nintendo controllers, and no Super Nintendo.
Some of this garbage will be up on ebay soon, probably... uh, did I say garbage? I meant priceless Nintendo artifacts that are probably worth millions.