Their fault. I remember a time when publishers allowed for people to run their own dedicated servers, for FPS at least. They could have modified that existing model, but instead they took that ability away from the user whilst almost simultaneously making excuses about the problem they created.

If their servers can’t run forever, give us dedicated servers on a larger scale FFS!

I do feel bad about the younger generations of today. It seems like every part of their life is recorded or streamed now. I’m not sure how comfortable I would have been with that, when I was their age.

It’s not a gay anthem, it’s only coincidence that it’s played in nearly every gay pub I have been to, on every gay radio station, every gay pride event (with performers), and when my first boyfriend sucked my dick. People just like picking straws, man.

As a home user the OS thing is preference, some prefer Windows, some Mac, some Linux, etc.

Your post however raises a good point, and it certainly makes me form an opinion in a greater context. Thanks for making me think about this, genuinely - it’s good to have opinions challenged.

Once when we were studying in biology class, when I was maybe 14 or 15, the teacher leaves the room and comes back with this sort of telly on the wheelie stand thing; he was trying to surprise us with an educational distraction from textbooks and, it was good on paper.

He must have forgotten to rewind the VHS or something, of a nature documentary, and the entire class got an immediate scene of two wildebeast trying to repopulate the Savannah by themselves.

I mean it did work, since it was a great distraction whilst he frantically Goku punched the Stop button as fast as he could, before pressing rewind.

Occasionally I check the news, maybe once per month or two, just to see if the world is still on fire.

Most of the time it is. Fair enough I guess.

This just sounds like one of my Indian uncles.

Every so often I tell my pets, who are no longer with us, that I still love them and always will.

One of my cats had two little plush toys she loved cuddling with. She was cremated with one, and I keep the other on my desk - it’s a nice reminder to just how awesome she was.

On my very sad days I just try to remember that they wouldn’t want me to be sad. They would do everything in their power to make me feel better when I was feeling low, and the thought that my dishevelled state would cause them such grief if they were here is enough to make me have a better perspective.
It is okay to cry when it’s needed too, though.

Little boxes by the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky…

His photos were altered to not show the facial scarring he had, from contracting Smallpox as a child, as an effort at the time to make him look better in print.

Because I need to keep temps low for my erm, indoor garden, the room gets really cold.
However if I open up Call of Duty my legs remain nice and toasty.

Once my mates got drunk and we thought it would be fun to try and shatter one of these rulers, on my bum.
Ended up actually shattering into a few pieces, however everyone was more attentive to how much I enjoyed it unfortunately.

Why do they need to pay chairs?

Has AI gone too far already?!?

So what you’re saying is taking a walk is beneficial for stabilising the heart rate?

I mean, the rich drug dealers you know are rich from dealing, aren’t the ones to have that lifestyle long term.

The sensible and rich drug dealers are the ones you wouldn’t know about. Quite a few of them are landlords here in the UK (I can’t provide numbers, just a what I know thing so I won’t be offended if no one believes it - these are just my ramblings, officer).
Basically just sensible ways to turn black market income into seemingly legitimate income, through either self-employed businesses or other means.

They’ll have seemingly regular jobs, and will do their best to appear legitimate to not raise any red flags. You’d be very surprised at who the most successful drug dealers are, however chances are you’ll never know as well.

I was on a school trip to a hotel, and was handed some dragon fruit. They didn’t tell me how to eat it, so I bit right into it. Took out a big chunk and wanting to try something new I kept chewing it.

The man had a look of what was a mix between horror and surprise on his face and told me to spit it out.

Not really a plate but I was handed something with inedible parts and no instructions. Similar I suppose?

Like many other shows, this one was a product of its time and wouldn’t work today.
Talking, intelligent car decades ago? “Oh wow! Futuristic!”
Talking car today: “hey Google, play Tiptoe Through The Tulips on 120% volume”

Not too long ago I had bought a power bank, for a holiday, and since returning I’ve found myself occasionally using it when I’ve done something a bit worse than this: I’ve been so tired before bed, I’ve forgotten to even plug my phone in!

I think I’ve used the power bank, after waking up, more at home than on holiday.

You mean that’s what the hole in the wall was for?

Oh dear…

Google. Hey Google. Is this thing why is this thing typing? Fuck. No don’t say that. Backspace. Google backspace. How do I turn this off? What was that? I told you not to use that door the hinges are loose I’ll get to it I gotta play call of duty first. No I can’t pause it. Is this thing still picking up my voice? Oh for fuck sake