If only I had $4000 to spare: Sopranos Pinball


Four Replies to To the Victor Belongs the Spoils

Anna Gregoline | June 4, 2007
I think I peed a little!

Jackie Mason | June 5, 2007
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Scott Hardie | June 5, 2007
One character was being considered to "sleep with the fishes," so in a dream sequence, he appeared as a talking fish head at a sidewalk market. This led to a joke later on when the dreamer encountered a Big Mouth Billy Bass toy and had disturbing flashbacks.

Anna Gregoline | June 6, 2007
I can't believe they added that fish head. The people who made this were very serious Sopranos fans.


Logical Operator

The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »

Magical Miami

I didn't know until I just visited there that Miami was nicknamed "the Magic City." That seems a little strange when another city in Florida is already associated with one kind of magic and another, but whatever. I just spent the better part of a week in Miami for work travel. Go »

R.I.P. Mom

You were so still in your bed when I could finally sit down beside you, a few hours after the facility notified me that you had died. I hadn't seen you be that peaceful in years, your eyes not scanning the room for clues, your hands not turning over each object in front of you for endlessly repeated examination. I whispered to you the most urgent and most precious things I had to say, the secrets and atonements and wishes foremost on my mind. Go »

Fossil

The soap says Cambria & Taylor. "Is that trilobite soap?" "What are you talking about?" Go »

R.I.P. Katie

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A Fib

I wish the title was "a fib" as in a lie. But no, it's "A Fib" as in atrial fibrillation. That's a heart condition in which the upper part of your heart doesn't keep a rhythm. Go »

Blood Lines

A few weeks ago, I dropped a glass bottle of salad dressing on the kitchen floor, making the house smell like vinaigrette for a day. Today, I stepped on the last errant bit of glass hiding in a crack of tile by the corner. Better my foot than the cat's paw, I guess; I don't lick between my toes. Go »