Pineapple Express: Someone Is Wrong on the Internet?

[Mannahnin]

I'm not much of a programmer, but I would have guessed the final boss would be Assembly.

Does that one give you a pun/old school D&D reference?

 

[Deset Gled]

Does that one give you a pun/old school D&D reference?

I dunno. Maybe a builder who's assembling a gazebo? Or the Assembler of Elemental Evil? A band of low level bards who cast Modify Memory at will, touring under the name Assembly?

 

[Thomas Shey]

I'm not much of a programmer, but I would have guessed the final boss would be Assembly.

There's an in-joke there you're probably not exposed to the right ancient-gamer material to get.

 

[Ryujin]

Today's kickstarter* idea-

Mortal Kombat, except with vi and emacs facing off.

The twist- neither side can ever win, because the last level has a horde of undying Tucker's COBOLs.


I'll show myself out now.



*Okay, given this is more of a quarter-baked idea, I may need to put this on GFY- gofundyourself.

I have a sudden need to see an eSports team, in Battlestar Galactica themed gear, called The Lords of COBOL.

 

[payn]

I have a sudden need to see an eSports team, in Battlestar Galactica themed gear, called The Lords of COBOL.

 

[Mad_Jack]

Thee used to be a game some insane teenagers would play locally that involved tag using pits dug at the beach and what were called "coke bottle skyrockets" (i.e. the small ones you theoretically launched by using a soda bottle as the launch frame).

I kid you not.

My brother and I used to play Marco Polo and Battleship by standing on opposite sides of the house and shooting arrows over it...

I combined lawn darts and model rocketry. Metal pen caps on plastic tubes, that were just thin enough to slide into the top of a "A" rocket motor, that I had glued stabilizing fins onto. They made a surprisingly satisfying THUNK when they slammed back into the baseball diamond I used as my launchpad (no parachute). Terrifying now

My father used to tell us stories of being a kid in NYC, drilling out the backs of pinewood derby cars to put a CO2 cartridge in them, then hitting it with a hammer and nail.

My brother and I upped the game by putting a D-size model rocket engine in the back, mounting wings on the sides and launching it off a ramp.

Wow. For me, cursive and times tables (up to 5) were second grade. The cursive thing was a real pain for me, literally, because my old bat Scottish Grandmother teacher would whack my left hand with a ruler, every time i tried to pick up a pencil in it. Then I became the Judas Goat for the only other Leftie in class.

I got my left hand tied to the chair in kindergarten.

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Or a borderline sociopath...

Revenge, igniting magnesium powder on the hood of said druggy's car and fusing his engine block to the chassis. Well that and a nice hole through the middle of it.

<pointedly doesn't mention his own adventures with thermite, but mumbles something about egg whites and black powder on the hood of some <expletive>'s Trans Am...>

I was a bit of a research geek. Things got interesting when I discovered that there was a "chemistry encyclopedia" in my middle school library that contained basic methods of production, of various things. Examples would be the old French method of producing gunpowder and the manufacture of nitrocellulose

I acquired a copy of a certain "Cookbook" at a yardsale in my early teens...

You might appreciate this jazz interpretation by Alex Skolnick’s (Testament) jazz trio.

Just to add to the list...

 

[RealAlHazred]

That's nice and all, but I run Arch Linux on a Raspberry Pi, all while I'm doing crossfit and eating vegan.

 

[Ryujin]

I got my left hand tied to the chair in kindergarten.

People don't believe me about the sort of things they did to Lefties, back then. Instead of getting that RPG trope of ambidexterity, I just got bad handwriting and a mess of skills that are mixed between which hand I use.

Or a borderline sociopath...

Feeling slightly called out here.

<pointedly doesn't mention his own adventures with thermite, but mumbles something about egg whites and black powder on the hood of some <expletive>'s Trans Am...>

Aluminum shavings..... rust.... accellerant..... reading about the Hindenburg....

I acquired a copy of a certain "Cookbook" at a yardsale in my early teens...

Say said book of recipes in a small bookstore, on my way home from the cottage one year, and did a quite "NOPE!" pivot out. I already had a bit of a reputation, at that point

 

[Ryujin]

 

[Scribe]

People don't believe me about the sort of things they did to Lefties, back then. Instead of getting that RPG trope of ambidexterity, I just got bad handwriting and a mess of skills that are mixed between which hand I use.

I still cannot cut paper properly, and it took decades for the 'hook' in my wrist to go away when I write.

I gently would move the pencil to my son's right hand when he picked things up with his left as a toddler. No need for him to go through what I did.