BrandonMoeller.com

An hour and a half. Level 17. My reward, this umbrella. Total bliss.

A recent stroll at the mall with that certain someone resulted in a conversation about video games. I’m not talking about those bloody adrenaline-rushing 3-D spectacles of modern programming and cross-marketing that now passes for the genre. I’m talkin’ dunh dunh dunh dunh dunh Dunh, DUNH. Doo-doo Doo-doo Doo-doo. Nintendo. The original. NES. What seemed like the sole reason for my existence during a good chunk of the more formative years.

Ah, yes. So I tried downloading the former NES Emulator I had on an old machine ages ago, but I’m glad it wouldn’t work on VISTA because who wants something called NESticle.

After finding a virtual NES java Web site, I stumbled upon NEStopia and this large collection of games. The version of Arkanoid is particularly rewarding because it has infinite lives coded right into to it to ensure hours of seamless fun.

I may never leave the house again.

Did you know there’s a Brandon Moeller memorial fund?

Or that I can run an 8k in 28:08.8? I hope that’s fast.

Or that I practice as a beat pharmacist and echologist?

Or that I wrote a disgraceful song about ether and a candy peter that would make Chip Taylor or, anyone - for that matter - shudder.

Apparently, I’m also back in high school, pledging to be drug free, writing for the school newspaper, and wrestling every chance I get. While, all the time, looking like a guy who I did go to high school with, but who apparently doesn’t have a Web presence. Confused?

I’m talking about my googlegangers.

Here’s the definition from Urban Dictionary:

Similar to that of a doppleganger, it is another individual with the same name as you whose records and/or stories are mixed in with your own when you Google yourself.

It’s true. Just google me.

And now to leave you with a quote, from Ben Folds:

“Seems the police had made a computer mistake
Said there must be thousands like me with the
Same name”