A series of arguments against stuff they told us to believe in.

“Reach for the stars.” — Anonymous (but definitely a dick)

Ah, the sweet smell of success. Hath thy nostrils been graced by this succulent aroma? If so, please describe it to me. Because aside from owning almost every videogame console from the eighties, I’ve never gotten a whiff of it. My apartment is rented, my practical car is nowhere near being paid for, and my bank account balance often falls somewhere between Oh shit and Fucking Christ. Still, I’m well enough off that I haven’t yet had to pawn my ColecoVision, so I can’t complain. The money is usually there when I need it. But what about that real money? That “I didn’t buy the new Nintendo, I bought... Read More