![Tuesday Reminiscence: Volume 6
Roughly two months after the system was released, I received a dazzling white GBA for my birthday, August 2001. I recall being seated in my room, marvelling at the wondrous feat of technology that produced stereo-sounds that made my head reverberate like some demented electric tin-opener. Super Mario Advance was the order of the day, though I probably made things very difficult and had rice with butter beans instead. With a scantily-clad mushroom as my character of choice, I climbed bean-stalks into the clouds and picked up strange keys which compelled sinister-looking masks to float about the place and decimate my kidneys. There’s nothing quite like having your insides confounded by levitating masks, and only Super Mario Advance could leave you there, writhing in agony on the carpet, with a smile on your face. Rating: [9]](http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7o9qpSwkB1qzdllro1_r1_500.jpg)
Tuesday Reminiscence: Volume 6
Roughly two months after the system was released, I received a dazzling white GBA for my birthday, August 2001. I recall being seated in my room, marvelling at the wondrous feat of technology that produced stereo-sounds that made my head reverberate like some demented electric tin-opener. Super Mario Advance was the order of the day, though I probably made things very difficult and had rice with butter beans instead.
With a scantily-clad mushroom as my character of choice, I climbed bean-stalks into the clouds and picked up strange keys which compelled sinister-looking masks to float about the place and decimate my kidneys. There’s nothing quite like having your insides confounded by levitating masks, and only Super Mario Advance could leave you there, writhing in agony on the carpet, with a smile on your face. Rating: [9]
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
