1. List about ten things that you know very well, specialties if you will. They can be the subjects you're obsessed with or the activities you ended up being deeply involved in.
2. List about thirty things that you hate.
3. Write 5 "like" statements comparing any two things. Be as vague as you want to be. (i.e.: "Talking to girls is like making mac & cheese" or "Public speaking is like riding a bike")
4. Read/Listen to/Watch the poem at the bottom of this post.
5. Write a poem in which either
a-You compare life to one of your "specialties" throughout the poem.
b-One of the things you hate is overcome by one of your specialties.
or c-You can just rant about some of the things you hate
"Press Continue" by Ken Arkind and Panama Sowetto
Watch the performance on youtube.
Life is like “Street Fighter” (Hadouken!):
No matter how much of a badass you think you are, every little sister can beat you by simply randomly pressing buttons.
And relationships should be like “Contra”:
In the beginning you should only have to press up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, select, start to get 30 extra chances with the person.
Videogames make you a good lover
C’mon, where else are you going to get a lot of thumb practice in?
And Slam is an arcade: There’s always some little fucker with his quarter up on the ledge getting ready to take your high score because
Life is hard.
But in the beginning, there was Pong. Which begat the Atari 2600, (ah) the Nintendo Entertainment System, Sega Master System, TurboGraphx-16, Sega Genesis, Super Nintendo, Sega CD, Neo Geo, Nintendo Gameboy, Game Gear, Atari Lynx- Jaguar 64? Nah. Sega Saturn, Playstation, The N-64, Sega Dreamcast, Gameboy Color, Gamecube, Playstation 2, Xbox, and the soon to be announced P. S. 3.
Which will allow us to see our heros not in 8, 16, 24, 32, 64, 128, but 384 bits per channel of mind altering, sore thumbed, pixilated glory.
Sonic teaching us speed and temperance.
Strider taught us the courage to overthrow corrupt governments.
And Samus from Metroid proving that girls can kick ass without tight pants and breat implants…
Fuck Laura Croft!
Ken, Ryu, Yoshi, Chun-Li, Joagachi, MegaMan, Terry Bogart, Ms. Pac-Man, but the most hardcore, koopa-stompin’, shell-kickin’, Bowser-killin’, biggest badass on the p-, on the p- (…)
It’sa me! Mario!
Was purity of heart, courage, honesty, and everything in this world that a hero should be.
He was an ordinary guy, overcoming the extraordinary odds life throws at you, he was a plumber, construction worker, janitor, working-class man.
Just like James McAvoy’s dad. See, growing up, the silence in my best friends house could only be warmed with a fireball, the quiet indifference cut by the occasional
“Where you goin’?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where’s your mother?”
“I don’t know.”
“When are you gonna be back, boy?”
“I. Don’t. Know.”
But when they both had controllers in their hands, eyes glued to the same screen, playing Mario Bros. 3, the silence in the house became pain shared, and the two of them held an understanding that no six o’clock dinner table conversation that they could never have, would ever compare with.
Videogames bring people together.
I can remember playing Doom Online till 5 in the morning with my friend David Town. We battled kids from all over the country, and while chopping off your friends head from a first-person view with a chainsaw may not seem like unity to a government that teaches us videogames cause violence, unlike them, when we press the enter button, we don’t bomb an entire village, we just really piss-off some kid in Idaho.
But he’ll get over it. Cause the game’s not gonna leave welts on his face because he failed. It’s not gonna pick him last because he isn’t fast enough or strong enough. It just wants him to play because
Life is hard.
And around every corner is another Bison, Bowser, Donkey Kong, or drunken dad getting ready to take you down.But you know what, sometimes, you just gotta pop your knuckles, press continue, put your quarter up on the ledge, and get ready to rock that shit like a motha fuckin videogame.