For one quarter, Black Tiger lets me escape from my rotten existence for three glorious hours. Pretty good deal.

I've retroactively made all that wasted time rotting my brain into research. It makes me a hypocrite when I try to tell my own daughter, "I don't know, I think we've played a little too much Mario."

The clans began to bombard the outer force field with rockets, missiles, nukes, and harsh language.

Going outside is highly overrated.

I've wanted to own a DeLorean since I was 10 years old, but it always seemed like a silly daydream. Like owning the "A-Team" van or something.

Very well! he said. You shall prove your worth by facing me in a joust! I'd never heard of an undead lich king challenging someone to a joust. Especially not in a subterranean burial chamber. All right, I said uncertainly. But won't we be needing horses for that? Not horses, he replied, stepping away from his throne. Birds.

I'm incredibly nostalgic for the '80s, because I think that's when Geek Culture really kicked in to high gear.