Oh shit I’ve always liked the way those looked. I thought they made the house look fancy but I never considered the light pollution.

Oddly enough that commercial is how I discovered that song and I still listen to it to this day.

That’s kinda genius.

I did the same thing recently with my elbow. I lifted in my 20s but I got busy with work and family in my 30s and tried to start lifting again at 39 and managed to injure my forearm/elbow. It’s damn near impossible to do upper body exercises when you can’t grip the bar or dumbell without elbow pain!

It’s been like 6 months and it’s finally starting to feel better. My cardio is pretty damn good though because while I couldn’t lift I threw myself at cardio extra hard.

Can’t let the old creep in! Exercise keeps the old out!

The grease is what makes Pizza Hut so good. Get some pepperoni and sausage on top and it’s even greasier!

BG3 multi-player was awesome. For a more casual game I really enjoy Pummel Party. I was cut off from playing the worm in last train out of wormtown because I was too good at playing the worm.

According to Rick Beato on YouTube this is why music is shit nowadays. He’s got real “old man yells at cloud” energy and he’s fucking wrong. The fact that someone can make music easily means that there is tons of great music being produced because the barriers to entry are not prohibitive anymore.

I will have to try that, I didn’t know that functionality existed, thanks!

I’m not a programmer but I do this on the Linux command line all the time to find a command I used days or weeks ago. Or I’ll spend 20 minutes grepping history instead. All to avoid spending 5 minutes reading the manpage so I can remember which flags and arguments I used.

Technically all words are made up!

I’m a motorcyclist and that argument is fucking stupid (not you specifically). If you’re drowning out nearby conversation just so you feel safe when you ride a motorcycle maybe you shouldn’t be riding.

Again this isn’t a personal attack on you, I just hate that i get lumped in with the loud pipe mouth breathers when I’ve ridden 200,000 miles on a quiet motorcycle without getting turned into road pizza.