IntheTreetop

I will forever shout it from the rooftops. Monopoly is a 30 minute game, regardless of how many players you have. If you play by the actual rules, and none of the house rules you’ve made up for yourself, it’s really quick and really fun. No families need to be shattered over the game. No friendships lost. Just play by the actual rules!

Sadly, Mastodon had its shot during the pandemic and blew it. The non-tech savvy didn’t understand how federation worked and they marketed themselves very poorly.

What We Leave Behind…

This makes a lot of sense, and why I’d never survive in Canada.

If this is true, we get Kira in skin-tight leather. So, it’s not all bad.

You’ve ruined my afternoon and sharing it with my wife, I’ve ruined hers too. Great stuff.

Blank tapes?

As someone with a wife from Wisconsin, it’s highly effective.

It depends on your timetable. Right after it’s consumed? Of course not, we’re American. Does it shorten our lifespan significantly to the point of heart attacks in your mid to late 40s? Absolutely.

Unfortunately, they were also recently acquired by Canva. It may be all right for the time being, but I wouldn’t throw my full weight behind them anymore.

No problem, friend. I have time for both.

Hyper-vigilance rarely leaves you without anything to do. So, there’s a plus. My therapist would be very proud of my re-framing.

Having no knowledge of chess really at all, I’m like 60% sure all those words are made up and it’s just a giant gag the chess community uses to confuse people. They must have some random chess generator that spits out random gibberish that sounds impressive.

Okay, can someone explain to me why states with capital punishment don’t just inject someone with a bunch of morphine and they just go to sleep and never wake up again? I hear all the time about the horrific shit they inject into people and the horrible deaths they suffer, while one easy drug can execute the person with no fuss? I just don’t understand.

Seriously no idea at all. My wife, who doesn’t generally care for music at all was very well acquainted with it. It was just one of those one-in-a-million things just seemed to happen.

Semi-relevant story time!

A couple weeks ago I was watching a favorite Youtuber, 12Tone, deconstructing a song I wasn’t aware of. During the intro he made a joke about trying to explain the song, then stopped, saying everyone already knew what the song was. I had no idea at all. So I went and listened to the song and looked up a bit more about it.

Due to some weird convergence of chance and Matrix-esque internet dodging that I didn’t know I was doing, I somehow missed out on the phenomenon that was Mr. Brightside.

It’s a really good song and I had the fortune to be one of that day’s lucky 10,000.

Have you tried presenting them in the form of a sonnet? I hear chicks dig poetry.

For real. I just had the misfortune of looking at that cesspit for about 45 seconds and I feel like I need a shower.

There is nothing if value there whatsoever.

Nope. They’re the ones most likely to murder me. Just me, my wife, and our cats. Minimal chances of murder. Except from one of the cats but if it comes down to it, I think I can take her.

Exactly. Do as little as required by the laws of where you live and immediately get the fuck away from wherever you are and start the process to emigrate to a different country. Christmas and Thanksgiving will now be done over video chat.