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I’ve grown into a habit of staying to watch the credits and stay in theaters until the very end—when the projector is turned off. I was happy I stayed until the bitter end of Wreck It Ralph, and discovered a half-glitched Disney logo in the final seconds of the reel. I recognized it as the split-screen glitch from Pacman, a very genuine homage to the games the movie was modeled after.
Here’s some background on the glitch for those that don’t know, courtesy of Wikipedia:
Pac-Man was designed to have no ending – as long as the player keeps at least one life, he or she should be able to play the game indefinitely. However, a bug keeps this from happening: Normally, no more than seven fruit are displayed at the bottom of the screen at any given time. But when the internal level counter, which is stored in a single byte (8 bits), reaches 255, the subroutine that draws the fruit erroneously “rolls over” this number to zero, causing it to try to draw 256 fruit instead of the usual seven. This corrupts the bottom of the screen and the entire right half of the maze with seemingly random symbols, making it impossible to eat enough dots to beat the level. Because this effectively ends the game, this “split-screen” level is often referred to as the “kill screen”. Emulators and code analysis have revealed what would happen should this 255th level be cleared: The fruit and intermissions would restart at level 1 conditions, but the enemies would retain their higher speed and invulnerability to power pellets from the higher stages.
A very nice touch.
(Source: queenvowels)
I’m done chasing people who aren’t willing to do the same for me. After today, the ice cream man will have to find business elsewhere.
harpy eagle
(photo by writhedhornbill)
Only one of the best of the eagles.
But you aren’t one of the best of the eagles because you won’t refill out the paperwork for the Eagle Scout project that you’ve already done.
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
