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Drew and his roommates were feeling tense and needed some bonding time, so they decided on a few rounds of Mario Kart. Now they are all lined up in a neat row on the couch screaming at each other and imitating the distressed and/or victorious noises their characters make. I am amused by how streamlined the process was: no debate over who played whom. Drew automatically selected Princess Peach. "I'm always Princess Peach," he said. I'm rather charmed by the whole thing.
We used to do this in my suite last year after Jackie brought her old Nintendo 64 home from break. It makes me slightly nostalgic, but mostly relieved that I have no video games available to me in my life right now: they'd eat it.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to write some commentary on a movie called Reassemblage (stills) by a certain Trinh T. Minh-ha. It mostly dwells on African women's breasts, as I recall. Luckily for me, I took African Gender and Sexuality last year and I have a lot to say about those.
We used to do this in my suite last year after Jackie brought her old Nintendo 64 home from break. It makes me slightly nostalgic, but mostly relieved that I have no video games available to me in my life right now: they'd eat it.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to write some commentary on a movie called Reassemblage (stills) by a certain Trinh T. Minh-ha. It mostly dwells on African women's breasts, as I recall. Luckily for me, I took African Gender and Sexuality last year and I have a lot to say about those.