I'm amazed at how every damn contestant looks to the audience for advice on where to drop the chip, like somehow the audience collectively knows precisely how that chip is going to bounce off every peg on the way down.

Or the prizes were so ridiculous they wouldn't want them in the first place - one contestant won a showcase where the big prize was a few hours on a private jet to fly anywhere they wanted. His showcase was about $30K, and naturally he turned that down. I seem to recall reading about another contestant a few years…

He also eats the mole when whatever's left of it gets spat out as well.

There are lots and lots of episodes of TPIR from the 70s and 80s on YouTube, and I love watching them from time to time, if for no other reason than to remind myself that the contestants on this show didn't always used to be shrieking marmosets.

Same here - there's actually a subdivision near where I currently live that I'd love to move into since it's full of Craftsman bungalows from the 1920s that still look pristine. The only issue I've noticed is that since these homes were built before TVs were a thing, the layouts aren't really suitable for setting up…

Welp, maybe Persona 5 will be better.

Veronica Mars - watched the whole series when it first aired, and on re-watch, the bus wasn't the only thing that went off the cliff in season 2.

It's a testament to how fun and flawless this game is that whenever I fired up my SNES and found my triple-zero game (i.e. played start to finish with no deaths or interruptions) erased for whatever reason, I actually enjoyed playing through it again every single time.

I have a terrible fondness for extremely salty stuff. One of my favorite things to do when I was younger was pop a chicken bouillon cube in the corner of my mouth and just slowly suck on it. Nowadays I buy powdered french onion soup dip and packets of powdered Ranch dressing mix, then take a pretzel rod and treat it…

I remember that one section where you were at the top of a really tall structure of platforms and had to collect keys from four trapped rooms on your way down - Thor, Atlas, Damocles, and Neptune. Sometimes it was fun to have Lara meet her end being crushed under Thor's hammer, but sometimes after coming…

I'd love to be in the delivery room when she tries to push THAT out of her.

Squaresoft and Nintendo always made the best manuals back in the NES/Super NES era. The first three Final Fantasy manuals were all at least 80 pages each and I read the FFII one nearly to pieces when I got that game and had to wait a weekend before I could start playing it.

I've decided to abstain from Facebook for a few weeks, or months. Some of the posts that "friends" and family members of my FB friends have left in reply to my friends' posts regarding the election have made me think that the Internet should be burned to the ground.

The very first issue in the Counselor's Corner section had the maps for both Brinstar and Norfair and oh MAN that was a lifesaver for 9-year-old-me when my grandma got me that game, Kid Icarus, and Super Mario Bros 2 (that was a good Christmas… love ya Grandma, wherever you are now).

Also the Fiji season where the final three were Earl, Cassandra, and "Dreamz", all African-American people. And Yau-man, who was from Hong Kong, came in fourth.

Yeah, sometimes I think the biggest problem with pitbulls is that the kind of people who should never own a dog in the first place seem to want them above all other breeds.

Agreed - Nothing wrong with "Wood Carving Partitia", but I think "Tragic Prince", "Abandoned Pit", "Dance of Pales", and "Dance of Gold" would have been better choices. Maybe "Finale Toccata", too, if the second half of the game hadn't defaulted to it most of the time.

That was a truly awful final collection, particularly compared to the runner-up collection. I'm all for recognizing plus-size people in fashion, but that really was straight-up pandering.

Yep, and Stephen King wrote it out with nonsensical line breaks and italics, something like

Yeah, 700+ pages where the main character is a pathetic drunk and a really, really shitty poet, and literally the only likeable fleshed-out character dies halfway through the novel.