Between planning my Sonic vs Mario birthday party, receiving awesome blog headers (thanks falsenipple
!) deciding on if I should get bangs or not
, interviewing with Google
, and working my ass of in general at work, I’ve paused on my daily interaction with the ‘toid.
In particular, I’ve had an itch to post a blog and now I’m finally able to scratch.
Honestly I don’t have any kind of topic or thoughts about a particular game. Rather, I’d like to share with you my adventures at Happy’s Flea Market down in southern Virginia. I visited some friends down in Roanoke a few weeks back (no, not the lost colony…the city) and while I was there came across a huge sign that said HAPPY'S FLEA MARKET – 2 MILES. I couldn’t pass this up.
I don’t know if it’s the Walmart-esque smiley face or the missing “p” that scares me more
This place was filled with the most delightful people. I mean that in a both sarcastic and completely honest sense. On one hand there were creepy white boys giving me the southern glare, and on the other hand I had some great conversations with genuinely cheery people. It was a unique experience to say the least.
Anyway, the picture above does not do this place justice. It’s insanely HUGE on the inside. As in, I-got-lost-in-a-hallway-with-broken-lights-and-spiders-and-thought-I-was-in-the-Haunted-Mansion huge.
Eventually my sixth gaming sense lead me to an electronics store full of older games. I saw a case full of N64 games and my heart leapt at the thought that the owner may just be dumb enough to not double check the rarity on ebay. Sadly, I was wrong.
The good case: $25-$40 each :[
The crap case: ˝ off (forever)
So I moved onto the SNES games, thinking that maybe I’d be in luck and find myself a Chrono Trigger or an Earthbound. Again, no luck.
There were 5 more rows of games labeled at $19.14, which left me with so many questions. Why all the same price? Why not .15 cents? WHY HAPPY, WHY?!
However, I did find a pretty sweet Poison cassette tape!
I'm having a lot of trouble trying to figure out which one is Bret Michaels
I moved onto other stores, each one worse as I walked deeper into the market. I eventually got to a toy shop with old action figures from my childhood and reminisced for a few minutes. Until I saw this thing:
I. FUCKING. HATE. E.T.
I seriously considered buying it so I could send it to Occams because…well…it was creepy and reminded me of him, but I couldn’t bear to pick it up. So he sits there lonely and without batteries, for eternity I suppose.
Unless one of YOU wants to take a trip to Happy’s Flea Market.
I dare you.