Diclofenac Dosage
Words: Kat Noel • Jan 17th, 2008 • Category: RANDOMNESS.
Oregon Trail
Forget all of the high definition video games kids today are playing , with all those new fangle special effects.Name one game that teaches the children how to fix the axle of a covered wagon, replace a deceased ox, ration provisions, nurse loved ones who are suffering from either dysentery, typhoid or cholera, and hunt a buffalo big enough to feed a starving pioneer family of 5 with nothing more than a bow and arrow, or if you’re lucky a musket, all while traveling 2,170 miles of rocky terrain to Oregon…I’m waiting….Mmmhmmm, I thought so.None.
Poor Mary
In second grade, Oregon Trail taught me important life lessons and problem solving skills like sometimes those we love unfortunately pass away (yeah, like those oxen that died on you while you were hauling your family to the promise land), picking up the speed will get you there quicker but you may break your axle, be kind to Native Americans- it’s their land, patience is a virtue-sometimes you have to wait for more favorable conditions and the flood to subside, being greedy (i.e., over-hunting) is poor resource management, and drinking water is a must.
Yeah, so what if there wasn’t a mouse, and we had to use the arrow keys and space bar to move around and hunt? *sucking teeth* We had some serious manual dexterity back then; diclofenac dosage.Shooooot.
Kids today are soft. And diclofenac dosage, don’t get me started on Number Munchers.
Kat Noel is a true rolling stone, who believes everyone has a story to tell and never leaves home without paper and pen. She’s hoping that Square Rootz is her meal ticket out of the country.
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I had quite the love affair with this game. Except it did turn a little ugly when you accidentally killed one of your friends. Even worse was when you killed you middle school crush. The Oregon trail taught me a lot about love and loss and oh how I loved thee…
LOLOLOLOLOLOL!! This joint is soooo true. I remember when Oregon Trail was SUCH a delight! I swear I would still play that game over almost anything. There’s nothing like the good ol’, good ol’. And COME ON!!! Number Munchers!! That joint was the truth personified. I’m getting a light, warm feeling in my heart just thinking about it. Maan, I need to get that and put it on my computer. That is if I can find it and covert it from floppy disk!
WELL WELL WELL….. i was just talking about this and here we are!
Confirmation that this is the best game ever lol….
I need to get this game and out it on my computer !!!! if only i still had a floppy disk drive lol
Word!
Here’s my advice: set aside a couple of hours and take it back to 1985 … turn off your cell phone (to avoid its intrusive, modern-day interruptions) – but get a fresh AA battery for your “beeper” so that if someone does need you they can call your “service,” leave a message with them, then your “service” can call your beeper, make it beep with the little orange flashing light. You’ll know it’s your “service” paging you even though there’s no display on the beeper. You’ll call your “service” and see who left a message, which probably says “call me back.” Call them back. Then once you get that obligation out of the way, play the original Oregon Trail online (http://www.virtualapple.org/oregontraildisk.html)!
LMAO @ Qa’I'd! My mom never let me get a beeper cuz she was convinced they were strictly for drug dealers… I was so deprived of that aspect of “cool”… PLUS, I never even heard of Oregon Trail till Kat out me on… Damn that rock!
What!? You never heard of the Oregon Trail. Were you living under a rock. Hell, I literally was living under a rock (well on a ranch with 5 acres) and I knew what the Oregon Trail was. And I loved it.
Wait Qa’id, you owned a beeper? If the answer is yes, I will mercilessly joke and disclaim you. They never made sense to me, even when they were hot. What’s the point of having something that cost you money every month, but then you still have to make sure you have a bunch of quarters and know where the closet pay phone is? A waste.
I feel you Marls, that good ol’s Haitian upbringing and logic – beepers and cash for taxi’s are the luxuries of a drug dealing lifestyle.