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  • I finally watched it after hearing good things and wow, yep. Incredibly mediocre, cashing in on nostalgia.

    I did enjoy the music, though, but probably mostly because of nostalgia and my love for NES/SNES Mario games.

  • Odd shaped coins are great. I have some coins from the Bahamas with scalloped edges. Those are neat! My favorite odd-shaped one is a misprint. It's a blank round of copper except for a small sliver on the edge that is pinched into a penny.

    Unfortunately I can't narrow down my favorite coin as there are too many to choose from.

  • Money! Unfortunately I'm broke, but I do have a sizeable collection of foreign coins and bills. I don't remember how it started but at some point in my life people just started bringing me their foreign currency. "Hey, I heard you like collecting coins, I got this from Algeria" "Hey, I heard you collect money, I got this from Taiwan"

    I think my favorites right now are the currency no longer printed or of nations that no longer exist. USSR, Nazi Germany, Mao Zedong bills, some Eire from Ireland. I also have several misprints that are very cool, a silver penny misprint, and I have a ridiculously old bronze coin from a Chinese dynasty.

  • I wish Colorado would seriously put forth a passenger train between Pueblo to Denver or even Fort Collins.

    Utah has one from Provo to Ogden and it's amazing. Beats driving in the psycho traffic.

  • When I was a kid, I was in band class. We were having an end of the year big concert and my parents were coming for once. I was first chair and had a fun part in one of our songs so I was really excited to get to play for them for once.

    Because of my excitement and my being just a kid, I was bouncing around and the neck strap for my saxophone broke. I played tenor and there was no way my little hands could hold that thing up for a whole concert, so I was pretty much booted from the concert last minute. It broke my damn heart. Even thinking about it now makes me teary. All that hope just quashed because of some dumb mistake.

    Good news is that the band director did me a solid and let me walk out with my case to rest my sax on beside my chair, but the damage had already been done.