As a kid I used to get so fucking worked up every time the evil Bill & Ted clones tried to swerve at that cat.

Just get people to agree to live in crowded vaults and have them sign a waver accepting any and all psychological torture performed on them. That’s a functional Fallout reality show.

Tom Segura getting fat again…

If the bombs go off near the wrong zoo, it’ll be pandamonium…

I’ll reach out. Thanks.

In the meantime, I managed to find a good customer equalizer setting that boosts the volume a fair bit. Just hard to work out the more tinny parts of the sound.

This image has the same vibes as those valiant soldier on an airplane videos, giving up their metal folding chair for a pregnant woman so she can sit closer to the crooked LED strip lighting along the tiled floor.

… I don’t… understand…

It’s disturbing how apparant this all is. Backed by all of these assholes from the very start, and now he’s going down the line chopping every last thing that held them back as though he’s splitting logs in a pile. AI regulations, gone. Any kind of oversight, gone. Okay, who next. Chevron! Thanks for your support. I knew you were smart. Everything beneath Venezuela is yours. Fuck 'em.

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There’s a studio version of it, but I honestly think his music is way better out in the weeds.

https://youtu.be/ptX2ilHYpCk

Either way, it’s fucking fire.

I’m in a weird position where I’m making an okay wage ($25 /hr) for not having a college education, but my wife is encouraging me to go to school full-time as a mature student to make use of my potential. I’m open to it, but I also have two kids (a 6-year-old and a 2-month-old), and at my current job I make my own schedule and have the flexibility I often need to deal with unexpected child-care issues like illness and school closures. I’m also treated very well at my job, and it’s the only job I’ve ever enjoyed going to. I haven’t felt Sunday work anxiety in years.

I know that higher education is always the answer, but I don’t know when to pull the trigger on it. As a father, there is a lot more value to my current work situation than the wage I’m making.

I also have no idea what type of career I would even pursue, and it kind of scares the shit out of me.

Just walking around in pajama pants with no shirt on…

I read your comment and started reading the article. I started feeling a little self-conscious over my liberal use of Oxford commas, as his sentence structure wasn’t that much different from mine. But then I got to my tenth fucking “, well,” and “, frankly,” and realized what you were upset about. This is, well, quite frankly, highly respectable journalism.

Damn… She sounds both hot and repulsive at the same time.

I never fully grasped the true scale of a single galaxy (and then expanded that understanding to the observable universe) until I hopped in my ship in Elite Dangerous and actually set off to cross one. Holy fucking shit, does it really help put it into perspective when you’re traveling between vast galactic arms, hopping individual stars 50-70 Ly at a time and trying your damndest not to stretch yourself too thin in fear of running out of scoopable fuel/stars.

If I were an Astronomy teacher, Elite would be my most profound and precious tool.

My DM never gave a shit or required me to buy arrows. I tracked them sometimes anyway, but we always just shrugged and said I either fletched my own during downtime, or that arrows were included in general party upkeep/funds.

I change my towel when it starts making me stink again right after a shower.

Weird to see Caius Cosades so far outside of Balmora…

Imagine you and your hunting party are gathered around a fire roasting marshmallows, but you accidentally grabbed that stick…

Costco every fucking day…

Ahh, fhe Daedric Prince of Madness himself.