Frogger has invaded the Arcade!. When it was first announced that we would be getting Frogger I thought, "Woo hoo! Classic fun!" I fondly remembered all the fun times at Pizza Hut begging my parents for quarters so I could play Frogger, Qbert and Donkey Kong Jr. while we waited for the pizza to arrive. I can still see the table top machine for Donkey Kong Jr with Qbert and Frogger set up in the corner. (Those were the days when you could walk off to another section of a restaurant by yourself wearing a t-shirt with your name ironed on the back in puffy letters and "strangers" or being kidnapped didn't even cross our parents minds.) Ah, good times...
What I didn't remember about Frogger was how frakking &*#%& mother *!$%&^ angry it makes me. Oh that's right, if I even slightly brush the corner then my frog won't go into the slot and he'll die! Yes, yes frogs can't swim, how silly of me to jump into the water! What?! I totally made that jump you sorry sack of...Anyway, I pride myself being as lady like as possible, but I think the cursing I did yesterday while playing Frogger ripped a hole in the Time/Space continuum. I was jumping around and shouting obscenities like Yosemite Sam. Video games rule!
In conclusion, I'm glad I bought Frogger but I hate it with a passion.
