Stalinwolf

I've yet to find a game that properly rolls in a distant storm that eventually grows into an intense one. They tend to come on very quickly and escalate to 10 in about 20 seconds.

I actually can't pee with other people in the room, so public washrooms are a nightmare. But I learned that I can pee real easy in them while I'm sitting down to take a shit. So anytime I'm in one with other people, I just chill in the stall and pretend to take a shit. Might even fiddle with toilet paper after a while and flush just to keep the charade going.

Well, through that I learned that sitting to piss feels waayyyy fucking better. Especially in the middle of the night after crawling out of bed. I'm married, have a kid, and no longer care if people know I sometimes sit to pee.

Anyone else do an image search just to get a good look at that menu again?

From experience, if you find yourself in need of spirituality, finding comfort in some of the Old Ones (many to choose from) feels a hell of a lot more natural than any modern religions that I've been exposed to. Especially when your Old Ones embody the natural world and the cycle of the seasons. It's all right in front of you. You just decide within yourself whether or not you believe there is a greater spirit residing in it.

Every time I've ever tripped my cat(s) would come and lay on or beside me, purring louder than I've ever heard and staring into my eyes in a way they rarely had. It's incredibly intimate (not sexually). Cats absolutely know when you're tripping and they're there for you.

I went through a brief Asmongold phase about a year or two ago where I enjoyed just listening to him rant and bitch (mostly) about the video game industry. He was surprisingly articulate at times and not quite how I had perceived him. I watched him take a political alignment test and he was dumbfounded that he was fairly left-wing. I thought that might be a turning point for him, but then election season came around and he went right back to being an obnoxious Trump-supporting Texan. I don't think Asmongold even knows who he is deep down or what he stands for. I think he just spews vomit from his brain and doubles-down on all of it because he's incapable of dropping an argument or admitting he was wrong. It's kind of his shtick, but I'm long since done with it.

I know enough about him to attempt a deep-dive into his psyche in regards to his decrepit home, his mother's death and his unwillingness to seperate from his lifestyle, but at the end of the day his sad circumstances unfortunately don't excuse the abborant shit he sometimes says.

DEADLY ANOMALIES, DANGEROUS MUTANTS, ANARCHISTS AND BANDITS. NONE OF THEM WILL STOP DUTY ON ITS TRIUMPHANT MARCH TOWARD SAVING THE PLANET.

Super cool post! 😎

I think No Man's Sky was my first brush with it. In that game the feature is entirely necessary, especially when starting out on survival, but that was ground zero for me.

I get it. My wife and I just bought a home in Canada this summer and the pressure is very real. The prices just keep climbing and there is so much competition for everything that comes up on the market. Throw in periodic drops in interest rates and you feel like you have to pounce now or you'll never get one.

We were very fortunate that the sellers chose us specifically because of our family dynamic and the vacancy their own family was leaving in our little neighborhood of playing/communal children. We got the house at asking price and are well within our budget, but things were looking a bit grim there until fate worked itself out. People put shit-holes up for 400k and half the time people buy it anyway. If they don't, the price drops by 15k and it's sold the next day.

The entire app is a slow and clunky mess on our Roku TV. I've never seen a more poorly optimized and irritating service. Every time we're subjected to it I'm dumbfounded that Disney would even greenlight such a thing.

That's so fucked up. When I was young I was friends with this dysfunctional redneck family who had taken in this tiny black kitten for a couple of weeks and then ejected it from the home when they failed to properly litter train the thing. I remember it wandered outside in their swampy, semi-rural woods for a few days. Some time later I asked about the cat again, and was told the older brother had "shot it right in the heart with a 22 when he saw it come up the road".

Looking back on my many weekends spent with that family, I can't believe I agreed to keep going over there. But I was young, friends were scarce, and we could pretty much do whatever we wanted.

Eventually the family turned on me as well when I had apparently become the scapegoat any time my friend had gotten in trouble for doing something. The mom developed an inherent distaste for me and even the uncles and grandparents started treating me like shit for things I hadn't done or had little involvement in.

Glad nobody shot me in the heart.