![Tuesday Reminiscence: Volume 5
This is the Holy Grail of Mario. It is—figuratively speaking—a golden chalice, one with a red ‘M’ emblazoned on it. It also shrieks “I luv-a the pasta!” in a shrill Italian accent whenever touched—kind of like myself, so there was an eye-popping sense of kinship, there.The rapport wasn’t limited to furious consumption of Italian cuisine, either. I grew enchanted with this particular Mario world—a dinosaur domain that I had learned of many years prior, but had hitherto never been able to explore. Crucially: there was a green lizard thing, and it used its mammoth tongue to envelop and consume all things with impunity.“We’re one in the same,” I said.
Rating: [8]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bbn22m0b1qzdllro1_500.jpg)
Tuesday Reminiscence: Volume 5
This is the Holy Grail of Mario. It is—figuratively speaking—a golden chalice, one with a red ‘M’ emblazoned on it. It also shrieks “I luv-a the pasta!” in a shrill Italian accent whenever touched—kind of like myself, so there was an eye-popping sense of kinship, there.
The rapport wasn’t limited to furious consumption of Italian cuisine, either. I grew enchanted with this particular Mario world—a dinosaur domain that I had learned of many years prior, but had hitherto never been able to explore. Crucially: there was a green lizard thing, and it used its mammoth tongue to envelop and consume all things with impunity.
“We’re one in the same,” I said.
Rating: [8]
Posted on Tuesday August 17th
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.
