Oh boy! Monday!
It's been a long time since I played a game where the objective is to plow Boston. It's also been a long time since I saw a 30-foot-diameter mint candy, or a snowflake the size of a truck, but I have been spending a lot of time indoors finishing up school so who knows.
This is an amusing cross between a breakout game, penguins, ice, and a seesaw. It's possible to get them in a loop near the edge of the screen where they'll happily jump vertically until the end of time. Certainly I, who got a wholesome 5 hours of sleep last night, would never stare at this phenomenon, transfixed like a zombie, for more than 10 minutes.
I have one final part of one final assignment left to do and I'll be done with school forever. I don't think that's really sunk in yet. I'm sure it'll sink in when a few months go by and I've distributed more copies of my resume than there are people in the US. You think I exaggerate. Sooner or later I'll get sick of carefully researching a company and applying only to hear nothing back and I'll just start carpet-bombing tech parks with my resume. Perhaps I can outfit the car I don't have with some sort of resume artillery launcher. You want my GPA?! Stand clear of the windows!
P.S. the penguins are still at it.
This is an amusing cross between a breakout game, penguins, ice, and a seesaw. It's possible to get them in a loop near the edge of the screen where they'll happily jump vertically until the end of time. Certainly I, who got a wholesome 5 hours of sleep last night, would never stare at this phenomenon, transfixed like a zombie, for more than 10 minutes.
I have one final part of one final assignment left to do and I'll be done with school forever. I don't think that's really sunk in yet. I'm sure it'll sink in when a few months go by and I've distributed more copies of my resume than there are people in the US. You think I exaggerate. Sooner or later I'll get sick of carefully researching a company and applying only to hear nothing back and I'll just start carpet-bombing tech parks with my resume. Perhaps I can outfit the car I don't have with some sort of resume artillery launcher. You want my GPA?! Stand clear of the windows!
P.S. the penguins are still at it.