Ukobach

@uk0bach.bsky.social

I actually never had an account on that other place. So I'm sorta new to the whole microblogging thing. This place has a good vibe, though.

I sent you a collection of 250,000 clip art images with an array of graphics and styles and subdivided into more than 700 categories, plz respond.

In Super Mario Bros.: The Lost Levels, green trampolines make Mario jump so high he goes offscreen for 6 seconds. By extracting his position values from the code, we can "zoom out" the stage and visualize his actual arc, which reveals just how absurdly high the jump is.

Jump Height: 1186 pixels (5 vertical screens)
Jump Distance: 900 pixels (3.5 horizontal screens)
Jump Duration: 360 frames (6 seconds)
Source: info: Jdaster64, supermariofiles.wordpress.com

My spine is short enough that I can't reach a lot of common shelves, yet not short enough for me to qualify as an adorable cryptid. Fundamentally unfair.

FluxCaster build thread! It's a self contained Bluetooth cassette adapter specifically for loading games on to older systems. It's got a Schmitt trigger onboard to tidy up incoming data, will pause automatically for the C64 and has some other bells and whistles. 🤓

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I gotta admit, even in my most cynical teenage years, I wouldn't have believed that I'd live to see self-described libertarians scolding us for even talking about chopping down digital surveillance panopticon towers. I would have been like "c'mon, now. that's stretching credulity."

"If we can just stack 4 ass-rocket-mode diarrhea lettuces right next to four screwworms, they'll all disappear. Fucking concentrate, people. Get your shit together. While it's flying out of your ass." - Dr. Mario, probably

I got distracted by the spelling of Double Stuf Oreos, and never got around to making my original point: If the York company is too cowardly to make Double Stuffed Peppermint Patties, then BY GOD, I'LL DO IT MYSELF The world is probably gonna end before 2030. I'm GONNA taste that shit, before then

Double Stuf Oreos have had only one F in the word "stuf," this whole time, and now you have to be bothered by that, too. This is my first legit Mandela Effect thing, that I've noticed, on my own. I feel like I need to crack my skull open and scrub my brain with soap and hot water.

I think we should add food-related crafting to all the holidays. We got jack-o-lanterns, Easter eggs, and gingerbread houses. And green beer, I guess, but that's kind iffy. We can expand that. I'll give us the first suggestion: Labor Day Potato Decorating. Like Easter eggs, but a bigger canvas.

I don't even care about Disney, but wasn't their ENTIRE ORIGINAL BUSINESS MODEL taking old, schlocky fairy tales that had been ruined by pantomime and stage productions and saving them, with the magic of animation? Therefore, turning around and going back to cringe live-action was destined to fail.

My recent media consumption revolves around what I call the "that ain't my problem, boss" doctrine. I will legit fall asleep, listening to air disaster and theme park disaster media. I'm an INCREDIBLY INFREQUENT FLYER, and I also never intend to ride another carnival ride. I might be an ass, tho

I would've played thousands more hours of multiplayer games, over the years, if dipshits hadn't expected me to listen to their dumbass voices, and also use my mic. Motherfucker, I **always** have Star Trek or air disaster documentaries or true crime or Aqua Teen Hunger Force on, in the background.

*steps out of time machine, aggressively staring at myself from mid-1990s, squeezing one of those little anti-stress dolls with the bugging-out eyeballs* "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE TO BE STRESSED ABOUT, YOUNG MAN? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S COMING, YOU LITTLE SHIT."