tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87354618210704476062024-02-07T03:08:25.935+01:00bizzi beebizzi beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03784703144786646170noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735461821070447606.post-52668215047554257872009-02-28T19:06:00.004+01:002009-02-28T19:32:20.183+01:00atari computers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWEL2SuIpCf_kit3aWBAfqaGVh9cXjgD-0h1OS87r4eeu_1OI66hexoML_O82k476WdVwS8g-TH9kNmTqM71x9rokVDmFbj_bQDIUG4Op_Fis3U5lFqng53y4C3LfRY4xNSzKXY9nXl0/s1600-h/atari_orange.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWEL2SuIpCf_kit3aWBAfqaGVh9cXjgD-0h1OS87r4eeu_1OI66hexoML_O82k476WdVwS8g-TH9kNmTqM71x9rokVDmFbj_bQDIUG4Op_Fis3U5lFqng53y4C3LfRY4xNSzKXY9nXl0/s320/atari_orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307911712105250290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The first time I played Resident Evil, my virtual me refused to move despite me panickily pressing 20 buttons per second. I stood there super lethargic as zombies slowly crept closer and closer before finally killing me off very quickly. I gave it a second go with Lara Croft. She frantically turned and turned in 3D-modus until me - and Lara - felt kind of sick and tangled. So this T-Shirt is a statement to everyone, who wishes they were back in the good old easy days when computer games were one-way, two-buttoned and far far away from three-D(eranged). </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Fuck Lara Croft. Long live Pong!</span></span>bizzi beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03784703144786646170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735461821070447606.post-87758930891700599022009-02-28T18:14:00.004+01:002009-02-28T19:03:35.612+01:00angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafNPHSJVp5O_g2vzUiv0FPRMSXo4HkexmCgHHpfgw7hbKY6LVQRQMx5bDMF0MhFSLvHxfesQWziS0F6pWIqnwfcSOyHC25oUjyI6ARNeM2wEwKr6Gdm1w5qhFlpxRiZ78tzP5O2Qj0Ko/s1600-h/engel-tshirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafNPHSJVp5O_g2vzUiv0FPRMSXo4HkexmCgHHpfgw7hbKY6LVQRQMx5bDMF0MhFSLvHxfesQWziS0F6pWIqnwfcSOyHC25oUjyI6ARNeM2wEwKr6Gdm1w5qhFlpxRiZ78tzP5O2Qj0Ko/s320/engel-tshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307909910265885058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Most people who don´t know me that well think I must have been a little devil as a child, but that’s not true at all! I was so sweet that I even dressed up as an angel on Halloween. I put on my older sister´s communion dress and a white t-shirt that I drew a pair of wings onto; everyone laughed at this little angel on the night of witches and ghosts... Many years later, when we were living in Germany, we celebrated “Carnival” instead of Halloween, a softer event to which angels are very welcome. But I was a teenager by then so I preferred to go as a vampire, a business man or a punk. Maybe that’s why no-one here believes that I used to be as good as gold...</span></span>bizzi beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03784703144786646170noreply@blogger.com0