Halo 1 on PC. 1v1 deathmatch, Blood Gulch, snipers only, no shields. My opponent was using an aimbot. I beat him 25-17.

It was before microphones were common, so he had to type to shit-talk, and he was much slower than me, but had a lot to say. I got a lot of kills by baiting him into rage. I got a few kills by throwing grenades around corners. But a good amount of them were just from out-aiming his aimbot. Lag was different back then. There were tricks and quirks to keep in mind.

He banned me from his server after the match, and when I returned under a different name, he had started banning people who chatted too much. Kek.

Zombies. It’s a concrete problem with a clear solution.

It is. What makes it worth it for me is the combination of extremely high quality and very low price. If I could buy deli meat of that quality, I probably would, but I haven’t encountered it.

If you really want to step up your game, try buying raw meat, cooking it, and slicing it for sandwiches. I do this with chicken and it’s served me really well at very low cost.

Believe it or not, top-shelf bacon. It’s got more bacon in it. Less water. You’re not paying nearly as much more per ounce of actual meat as it looks at first.

Lots of “organic” produce has a significantly longer shelf life than the basic stuff too. Never mind whether it’s any healthier or tastier, I’m not saving any money if I pay a dollar less and it starts molding before I can eat half of it.

Those old bathing suits look like they’d be uncomfortable when wet and take forever to dry. Awful choice. Practically, less is more in the water.

I don’t think so. It’s provided me with a lot of different perspectives and information that doesn’t show up in centralized media.

I think I kinda did ten or fifteen years ago, but I’m a bear/dad now and I’m much more into rugged women than rugged men. My taste in men runs twink-ish, usually.

My wife has aged similarly though, which very much works for me.

It’d be absolutely grand if it weren’t for the collapse of democracy. There really are a lot of things coming together for me right now and I’d be so happy if I weren’t worrying about having to flee the country.

If Borderlands 2 is available in that library, I can assure you it has really held up to the test of time.

I’ve got two trans friends who are a lot younger than me and they’ve both called me dad at this point, which I’ve been thriving on. I’m teaching one to drive, and I’m helping the other fix her house up. Feels good man.

This has given me the somewhat unique experience of knowing how it feels when your kids are in danger without technically having any kids. I do NOT like this. I’ve cried, screamed, panicked, and lost sleep. I’m getting a lot of relief from protesting and fighting back, but it hurts a lot.

Getting out to protests helps a LOT with the doom. And if you print out some flyers for the General Strike to hand out, you can help halt this shit in a clear and tangible way. Keep your internal narrative about your next move, not theirs.

So many hobbies

Well, the assholes in charge over here dismantled FEMA, a national disaster relief organization. And there are some pretty Republican regions that regularly need its assistance from hurricanes and other weather disasters.

I got a hefty stockpile of food. Probably gonna grab some extras of random consumables in the next couple days. Maybe an extra kilo of 3D printer filament mostly just for fun but also in case I need some random plastic whosywhatsit that can’t be found any more.

Does “The author has a domme kink” even count?

I will never, ever respect someone who looks at the creativity and altruism of modding communities and says “That is irrational”. Absolutely soulless talk. No value in the world that isn’t monetary to those assholes.

Liverwurst and pickles on cinnamon raisin bread. The salt and savory work with the sweet bread IMO. Gotta use the good liverwurst though. It’s so goddamn hard to find these days. Kahn’s.

Sure, one scar. We were demolishing a bigass concrete retaining wall and I was chipping out the wrought iron handrail. Couldn’t be arsed with safety glasses and safety squints weren’t doing it, so I was just chipping it out with a 35lb electric jackhammer with my eyes closed most of the time. As I got to the last parts, it was really starting to lean out over me.

Absolute looney toons moment. About five hundred pounds of wrought iron fell over onto my head while my eyes were closed and made a two-inch tear on my scalp. It was floppy enough that it didn’t break my neck, but I had to get staples.

I’m not well educated on it, but I think circumcision is falling out of favor in the USA to some extent.