Piece of shit California governors who dream of becoming President only have so many role models.

Sweet, sweet sugar dirt.

This is from The Canarsie Courier, January 5 1967. It looks like it’s actually a surreptitious ad for Lionel racetracks. But has that title.

Was 12 hours early, then completely spaced and was an hour+ late, but shocked to find Dualis still available, as it was one of the two I was most interested in. So it all kinda worked out anyway.

I thought it was 10am and just went to check and was like, wow sold out in under 8 minutes.

This seems to be measuring religious affiliation, and I suspect a lot of secular Jews fell into the “none” category. (If asked if I was Jewish, I’d say yes. If asked my religion, I’d say none.) And secular Jews likely split closer to the other way.

I just recently received the Fuedum upgrade kit, shipped by them.

“Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper, oil on canvas, 1942.

OED dates the use of aunt to refer to “a woman who is regarded with respect or affection similar to that often accorded to an aunt [in the traditional sense] despite not being linked by this specific kinship” to 1750.

I mean, one guy running for mayor is antisemitic, and one guy running for mayor killed her grandfather. And they’re the same fucking guy, which makes it pretty easy not to vote for him.

There’s a card game I played like 10 years ago, but that I recall fondly because while you’re collecting mythical creatures, there’s also a card with just a cute bunny in it that’s worth almost no points. And the only win condition that mattered to me was whether or not I got the bunny card.

This resonates, I suspect, with a lot of us for whom playing games is at least in part an exercise in storytelling, even if the game itself is not strictly narrative.

everything goes back to "the internet should only be on a pc and that pc should live in a room like a house god and you should have to go to it"

And I was dumbstruck. And so very loved the internet of the ‘90s. And am just so tired that I can’t even really muster the anger for how badly it’s all gone.