This simply had to be blogged. It's an article where they make some 12 year old kids play classic video games.

When I could scrape up 2 dollars in the summer of '81, I'd ride the subway from Queens to Penn Station (75 cents each way) to play Donkey Kong twice and then turn around and come back.

John: Watch out, Timfire. It's smarter than you think.

Tim: It's strange that fire moves in this and has eyes. Oh no, the fire's coming. It's going to eat you. Are these barrels alive, too? Everything's alive. And Donkey Kong's mouth is made of pluses. Look: Plus, plus, plus, minus. They're trying to teach you math by brainwashing you.

Brian: How can you die from a fall of a whopping 3 inches?

Kirk: He's only an inch tall. He's a little short fat guy who eats way too much pizza.

EGM: Who's that chick Mario is rescuing up there?

Brian: It's Princess Peach.

Kirk: It's a hooker.

Niko: She looks cut in half.

Tim: Oh wowshe's one of those pole dancers.

The Thermals are the greatest. Here's an entire live show on video! They sound different than on the album. I guess because they don't have their guitar player anymore and Hutch has to sing and play at the same time. His voice seems lower and there are less quirky punk dynamics but the songs are still machine-gunned right into your heart.

I showed up at the Bottom of the Hill last Thursday ready to fuckin GO but the young Mates of State Slaves packed tightly in the crowd were unappreciative and lame beyond words. Kids, this is not a band that you stand, pocketfisted, nodding your head to. Exhibit A: here's a video of the song "No Culture Icons" show at Stumptown Coffee shop (I guess where Hutch works) in Portland.