That wireless controller is a bit pointless if you’re sitting 1.5m away from the screen. Gotta give her that.
It’s called a WaveBird!
And you had to sit that close or else a cordless phone or other wireless device might interefere with the signal and stop registering inputs.
A GameCube? What a peasant!
How else are you going to play Pokemon Colosseum?
(edit: it’s spelled “Colosseum”…?)
This hurts my back.
Then tailbone, from when you try to awkwardly prop yourself up into a hybrid position.
Then neck again when you go prone.
Then back again when you hide in a box
snake? Snake?
SNAAAAAAAAAAKEE!
The only problem with that setup is the grease from the pizza box getting on the carpet.
Balance it precariously on top of a too-small box, you heathen.
I remember reading that Nintendo designed the SNES with a hump to help prevent people from setting food and drinks on it since the NES made a great table for things to spill on. Guess they gave up when they designed the Gamecube!
First design decision was probably to improve the design, second one was when they realized that the bad design made more money when people needed to replace consoles.
I was going to say maybe it’s because you can stack flat consoles and a lot of entertainment stands are easier to access the front from than the top, but you still had to access the top of the flat GCN.
I am a man, and I see many problems with this:
- the TV is at least two sizes too small
- WAF is a non-factor, so there would absolutely be some oversized speakers beside that tv
- my ass isn’t lying on the floor, when a couch would be far more comfortable
- the couch would make floor pizza too far away, so there would be a “coffee table”
A couch? A coffee table? OK, King Louis XIV. The rest of us will make do with a floor gaming chair.
I’m not sure you realize how much heavy lifting I’m making the quotations around “coffee table” do.
I too create my own furniture out of mostly-empty pizza boxes
(kinda-related story time: I used to live in an apartment with 4 other gay furries [the sitcom writes itself] and we very often ordered in from dominos. Like so much so our delivery guy seemed to take a genuine interest in how we are doing. But after I spent a day making the kitchen spotless, and the next day it looked as awful as before I touched it, I stopped giving a shit. Of many factors, it was silently decided that the one taking out the trash was the one who lost the game of jenga with the garbage. So skill and precision were needed whenever you were adding to the stack that was as high as an adult (or more), as the actual garbage bin for the apartment complex was like 500 feet away and 4 stories below us. Multiple trips were necessary, even if you bothered to use trash bags to simplify the excursion. I wish I’d have taken photos, this was a challenge where boys became men.)
NO! Never a used futon. I once got a used futon. It had stains on it. After a while, I was told what the stains were.
Clearly it is a young man’s place. A more mature man would have a second hand recliner and a bottle of alcohol to wash down the bitter taste of divorce.