John | NJ | Cabrini Grad | Computer ScienceThis is a personal blog of random things that I like.
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i am on another plane right now and this video has me convinced that I reached nirvana for a few seconds
the first time i watched this video i was stoned out of my motherfucking MIND and i watched it on loop for 25 minutes
this is the only fucking post on this entire fucking site
I have been trying to find this video for like…a whole year
This is ten times more absurd when you recognise that fucking hedgehog.That hedgehog is the mascot of a spanish insurance company, Génesis Seguros. His name is Rizo, el erizo, and nowadays looks different but this is his first version.
I pick up animal crossing, play for a bit, but then something in the real world demands my attention so I set the game down intending to come back soon — but then I get distracted and the thing stays paused until tomorrow
And sometimes this happens while I’m in the middle of Nook’s shop
Which means when I open my game in the morning, I am immediately greeted by two young shopkeepers kicking me the heck out of the establishment because they want to go to bed
And I can only imagine just. I was standing there all night. Just. Standing there. Smiling vacantly into the corner. The clock strikes ten — closing time. They tell me I need to leave, but I don’t seem to hear. I just.,, stand there. Smiling. Is there an axe tucked away in my backpack? Maybe. Probably. Could even be two. There’s certainly a shovel. And they just sold me five slingshots. They sold them to me. Five slingshots. And now I’m just… standing there.
The clock strikes eleven. It’s been over an hour. I haven’t moved. Not even blinked. I’m just… standing there. Smiling — always smiling. The clock strikes twelve. Do the shopkeepers go to bed? Do they dare leave the store? Do they dare turn their backs? I’m just standing there. Smiling. Eyes fixed blankly at the wall.
One AM. two AM. three AM. four AM. five AM. tick tock tick tock tick tock tick. Standing there. Haven’t moved. Haven’t blinked. Haven’t breathed. Standing there. Smiling. Smiling.
Eight fifty-six AM. I stir. Blink. Turn my head to face them. Finally, they find their courage and toss me out onto the street. On cue, Isabelle makes her morning announcement. The shopkeeper twins get a brief moment of peace — a brief moment of rest — and then the shop bell rings. There I am in the doorway. Smiling.
“Can I help you?” One twin says. (Help you? The other echoes.)
I dump the contents of my pockets. Bones. Bees. An uprooted tree. A working toilet. Twelve handcrafted raccoon figurines. Three scorpions. Also a frog.
They give me my money. They know not to ask questions. I buy another slingshot, and I leave,
the prank call messages you could get in the first sims game will by far be scarier than anything stephen king has ever written or could ever hope to write
me, aged 5: “oh, the phone is ringing! I wonder who it is that’s calling me :)”
sims 1 pop-up message: “They’re Coming Soon. Maybe You Should Think Twice About Opening The Door.”
me:
The Sims:
“Your psychic advisor suggests that you keep your secrets well this month. There may be untrustworthy individuals in your environs.”
“"The flashing light was just a test. You’ll have plenty of warning next time.”
