Why is this lesbian aunt so angry?

My immediate thought. Thankyou.

Sweat, baby. The deadly weapon we use to hunt other animals via exhaustion.

Because skulls are cool?

Not to mention how easy it is to find a friendly Croatian who turns out to have some links to weird Nazi shit in the war.

Newt Gingrich?

Induction cooktop, definitely want one at some point. I’ve seen what a proper one can do and now I’m finally okay with switching over from the beloved gas burner I’ve always thought was king.

Know why it’s annoying to clean? Because you left the dirt on it for a while, and successive heat events from your regular cooking baked it into the surface.

Source: I do this, and when my partner or my mother cook, they easily wipe the surface off every time with a wet rag. I wait ages, and have to clean it with a scrubber and Jif.

Yeah, they keep flying around and getting behind each other.

Getting ever closer to smart dust.

Leg disabled.

Londo Mollari in cat form.

I really like the slot machines that occasionally blow you up in Borderlands 2.

Well, Microsoft, if you want that, put more cocaine in it.

Good point, we need an eight part series on what happened to those medals, with cameos from Ahsoka and Darth Maul and Vader.

Never knew how much I miss the ms-dos logo. She, memories.

Too fucking tired. Bugger that. Just move the sun.

Instead of doomscrolling, I read the newspaper. Having to go out and get it was a nice little nudge towards sociability.

I would hang out at a cafe in the city, reading and having coffee, and inevitably, someone I knew would come along and have a chat, maybe get a cuppa, tell me about something crazy, etc. Like a group chat in real life. We would never really organise to meet there, you would just turn up if you felt like it.

The paper itself being curated was good, too, because while it was definitely skewed by its corporate masters, or the inclinations of its editor, the stories had more time to be well-written and well-sourced within those constraints.

With experience, you could read between the lines to infer what wasn’t being said, or know that something was missing and to check by other sources. Since everyone else was reading similar things, you could sometimes talk about the issues in more depth, without having to explain the basic facts.

Oh, and most people agreed on those basic facts.

Also, people were casually racist and sexist and bigoted, and lots of things we care about today were not even acknowledged by the majority as being problems.

A friend of mine got gaybashed (there’s a term you might need to look up, hopefully) and it was like he’d just suffered an accident. People just shook their heads and muttered sympathies, like it was an inevitable result of being gay in public, instead of a brutal fucking hate crime. That sort of thing didn’t even make the news unless the guy died.

Yes, instead of the formerly chud-brained person who changed their mind and did the work to improve, you would rather vote for the current Nazi who is clever enough to hide their nature by not having a tattoo.

You absolute muppet.

That’s a great question though, if you don’t have a technical background.