One of my biggest pet peeves in cinema is when someone tails someone thru a secret bookcase passage, they NEVER shut the bookcase behind them. Which if you're trying to be sneaky just seems foolish.

the first few times I saw “I thought they were only going to censor porn!”, I simply shook my head. after seeing that sentiment about 100x more, my head has spun off my neck and is now orbiting the room like a circus demon.

@michaelcrider.bsky.social saw steam deck paralysis article. I totally get it, I was the same way until recently. I almost never used a handheld or a controller for more than a few hours.

Wait for a big sale and buy an LCD steam deck, or buy used. I spent <$400 and it'll last me till the next gen.

Driving should be more like dungeon crawling. If you block the box, the box should react and fuck your car up. Run a red light? It shoots lasers at you.

I miss being loved by someone the same way I love them.

So on edge today. I'm feeling like it's my time of the month. I've always felt like men had monthly hormone cycles.

I was super sweaty and smelly yesterday for no reason. Anxious about stuff I'm not typically anxious about. And today I'm definitely irritated and on edge.

At 36yo I can finally eat at a buffet style taco bar and get the portioning right without taking too much.

I love the future. I just bought movie tickets and thought I should text them to myself so I don't have to search for them when it's time

Lo and behold 5 minutes later I get a notification on my smartwatch saying that Google found the ticket in my email and automatically added it to use from there

Every time allergy season comes around I find myself asking if I even deserve to exist when I can't even handle a couple of trees having sex around me.

I think at my new house I'm gonna have like an official "inbox" of physical things that I need to find a proper home for in a month or something. Like it gives me time to deal with it when I have the energy, but gives me a "place" until I'm ready.

Dude.

"Not talking" is so fucking hard sometimes. Not at the times you'd think.

Seeing a string of multiple"please be patient" and "student driver" stickers plastered over the back side of a Mustang with a flowery licence plate is peak "don't honk at me, I'll cry" energy.

I weighed myself before and after thanksgiving dinner for funsies. Consumed 3 lbs of food and drink! Nice.

Good morning Internet.

Same.