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suck air through a shag carpet.

Welp, that’s a new euphemism.

Whenever I watch movies, sometimes I need to remind myself not to get caught up and to just allow the story to tell itself.

I enjoyed it, burned through all four. I had read The Realm of the Elderling series by Robin Hobb and decided to take a break from the more traditional fantasy. Did Mistborn, then Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir, before getting into the Bobiverse. PHM into Bobiverse was a pretty seamless transition. I’ve since moved back to traditional fantasy, because I like my reading to be as exclusive of real life as possible.

Yeah, I want to pay you directly. I, admittedly, pirate things. When those things are good, I make an effort to go send money to the creator directly. Sometimes it’s hard, especially with things like books. I don’t want to buy it on Amazon. And unless someone is self-published, they’re getting peanuts. I’d much rather Venmo an author money direct. When Radiohead released In Rainbows way back when and put it out for “pay what you want,” I gave them five bucks I think.

I understand it can’t always be like that, and that the people between a content creator and me do serve some purpose.

I feel like the Bobiverse handled this well, in that any super intelligent computer would immediately look at us and desire to fuck right off to outer space.

What better place to keep em guessing than while behind the wheel on the highway!

And I know it’s state dependent, but the highways by me, each white line is about one car and each gap is one car, so if you’re doing 50, having two to three white dashed lines between you and the car in front of you is probably good.

Same. Me and a buddy were on a stretch of highway with no exits or entrances that was downhill for a few miles, so decided to see what my Nismo could do. It was surprisingly smooth up to 167 (American units), but the wind was almost deafening. Let it come down and 90 felt like a crawl.

This was 15 or so years ago, and I can easily say something I would never do again, perhaps the difference between early 20s and late 30s. I still enjoy a spirited ride, but can’t get out of the back of my head all the possible things that could go wrong.

I live in Jersey (New). As a background, I’m at the edge of civilization, I like to joke. If you go west of me, there’s farms, what we call mountains, hiking, all that kinda stuff. To the east of me, it gets more and more urban until you get to NYC.

Here are my walking distances:

• To the nearest convenience store: half a mile
• To the nearest chain supermarket: 1 mile
• To the bus stop: half a mile
• To the nearest park: quarter mile
• To the nearest big supermarket: 1 mile (same as above)
• To the nearest library: I am 1 mile from two different libraries, pretty much smack in the middle.
• To the nearest train station: 1 mile

Adding:

• To the nearest mall: 1 mile
• To the nearest gym: quarter mile
• To the nearest hospital: 1.1 miles
• To the nearest ice cream parlor: .9 miles
• To the nearest record store: .9 miles
• To the nearest arcade: .9 miles

Straight-line distance to Big Ben: Just shy of 3500 miles. Straight-line distance to the Statue of Liberty: 30 miles

Sprinkle in a little incest and we are good to go.

I also have no idea, I thought it was all halves of halves.

Yeah, that’s where I check out. I’m a guy. I know and interact with women. Sometimes I wanna be like Hey, nice dress, because it’s a nice dress, not because I’m thinking about abandoning my kids and leaving my wife over it. Instead I say nothing, because I understand that we live in a time where it might be misconstrued as sexual harassment. It’s dumb.

For some reason, none of that registered. I’m just used to knowing the format, I guess. I’ll do better next time.

You’re in luck then, debts don’t transfer!!

For real. And nothing against them, but they weren’t exactly in a position to be hoarding possessions. They left me memories and recipes, and that’s good enough.

When I worked at Barnes&Noble as a teen (~2007-2008), my coworker and I would just whip gift cards around at each other. Was a good three months.

Yeah, I get a letter in the mail like once a week because some fucking company lost it accidentally, and their penance is sending apology letters.

So yeah, monitor your credit, I guess. Just sucks when it’s credit karma or the like who lose your info.

Smedley Butler was a great American.

Sometimes I pronounced Dominos Doe-ME-Noes, to make it sound Italian.

I’ll actually use ShopRite in a pinch. I just know they’re slicing up fresh ingredients there. Anywhere that opens up a container and pulls out meat is a no go for me. But we are spoiled here in the greatest goddamn state on the world, our taxes getting us fresh meats and soft breads with flaky crusts, and a peach iced tea.