Gabriel the Opinionistic's blog Tri-Daily Whatnot 

5) My fifth favorite app is FaceTime I don’t use it a lot (or at all), but when I do it’s really nice to talk with my half-asleep friends about whatever comes to mind.

4) second is Terraria. I used to play it a lot but it’s lost its fervor for me. It’s pretty much one of my only rec’ apps and so it has to go somewhere. For old times sake

3)After that… Here comes flappy! But not the well known Flappy Bird. oh no! This is flappy GOLF. I never cared for Flappy Bird or Super Stick Man Golf, but this is a new breed of awesome! You must flap your way through the courses of SSG2 with a winged ball, dodging and weaving and soaring the skies.

2)Next is my runner up. Messages. I know it sounds dumb but I don’t have a phone so it’s the only way my friends and I can communicate. Everyone knows that face to face is soooo last year!

Messages is how we talk to, connect with, bounce ideas off of, annoy, and sometimes even console each other. Now that I’ve poured my heart out let’s get to THE game.

1) Lastly my favorite app is an amazing RPG game called HonorBound where you are a great warrior awakened form your slumber only to find a world in turmoil– bandits are raiding and the great HonorBound Naema has betrayed you in order to be on the “winning side”

HonorBound is my favorite app because it’s exiting, and frankly because it’s one of my five recreational apps (not a lot of choices)

what is unique about hippo milk?

 

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Good screen, great sound, better movies, and dinner to boot! The Alamo Draft House- The Village is my favorite place in Texas!

The Alamo Draft House is my favorite place because it is so fun to go to!  Other theaters pepper you with adds and long  intros. Not my Alamo!  Others would have us suffer through long winded adds, Where as The Alamo gives us old movie trivia, black-and-white cartoons, and random foreign commercials.

Not to mention the food! It is so much more convenient than having to go out before or after a movie, In fact I probably couldn’t even go to movies if we had to do both (what with all of the blogging I’m forced to do!)

They also do special nights as well. Such as ninja turtle night, which I loved when I was eight, where there was: all of the pizza you could have eaten, a ninja turtle pop-quiz, and the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie.  Also an old Japanese sci-fi to laugh at movie night *imagine super-dubbed baf-acting English*

Old inventor: what if I said that I could give you “Thunder-bolt Fists!”

Ultraman: I could have such a thing?!!?!?

To encompass all of the above I would have to say that I like The Alamo Draft House because it gives me time to enjoy all of my weird nerdy desires on the big screen.

Down.

Down is the worst direction.  Winding deeper, deeper, deeper onto the ever winding stairs.
But no matter… Down I creep into the dungeon– Is it a dungeon for him or me? With my hand still at the level of my eyes, I reach the bottom of the staircase… And before me is a sorry sight…

A deep brown and red rug lays along the room, stained, shredded, and stepped on. The world down here is hollow, two dimensional, and shallow: all made of props and scenery from operas long since performed– behind which is green/gray stone bricks. Near the “window” is a poorly done painting of me, riddled with knives, needles, forks, and apparently anything remotely sharp to be found around his death trap lair. There is a swoosh– then a thunk. And I realize that a meat cleaver, still covered in rotting offal, is stuck deep between my eyes. Maniacal laughter fills the Palace of Doom–
no
— maniacal isn’t the right word–
it’s too heart broken for that, it’s mournful, haunting, evil…

A trail if dark red leads to the source:
The Phantom’s self-cut arms ooze half-coagulated blood to the floor underneath his rickety three legged stool.

Ten feet from the stool, and another five from the pipe organ, was a frightful still scene. two mannequins, dressed as the Phantom and Christine, slow danced under another mannequin, dressed as myself, being hanged from the uppermost part of the Phantoms abode.

Padapadapadapada, a rat chitters chillingly across the accursed floor. The Phantom notices– and right when it is within his grasp he leaps– with insane hostility– and bites the poor thing’s head off! He then discards it with a loud “crunch!”

I can bear it no more!

I drop my knife, the fire in my soul extinguished by pity, I could never kill this disgusting, insane, misused creature. It would break my heart in two! But the hanged mannequin is telling me something! I run back up the stairs at breakneck speed to tell my wife to continue practicing her lead in the opera, “I have a plan to save the Opera Ghost, Christine!”