I love racing games. So much that when they’re on sale, I tend to snap them up. Now twenty-three bucks later I realized something… even if your computer is above the minimum and pretty close to the recommended specs… it’s not going to run smoothly. It’s not going to run smoothly unless you have some cyborg processor that costs a thousand dollars by itself to take care of the frame-rates and motion blur and shadows and all that crap. So lesson learned. Do not buy any racing games less than three years old. So, in short, do not buy any more racing games. Until at least you sell a book and you can afford an i5.
Now today in Science, we built walls out of LEGOs and watched the teacher throw a wiffleball and a little steel ball at them in succession. The wiffleball just knocked them over. The steel ball actually made them explode. I’m not kidding. Pieces of that wall ended up about ten feet away, along with the LEGO monkey I put on top of it. It was hilarious… and all for the good of kids learning about inertia right? Then of course we have to go to another level and put a LEGO grandma in a little car and send her zooming down a ramp towards a pile of books. Needless to say, grandma did not end the ride inside the car. So that was part kids learning about inertia, part public service announcement (wear your seatbelts people), but mostly, mostly just a hell of a lot of fun.
Now, as this is summer, I have nothing more exciting to write about. All I have is a question. Does anyone know what I’m talking about when I ask if you remember those kids that move to your school about halfway through the year, and then disappear about a month later? I’m writing a story about a kid like that right now… and I was wondering if you would call them Ghosts. (Because, that’s the title). Other than that, I’m done. Adios folks.
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