This is all incredibly (funny, and) poignant, and, as a programmer, I agree. But any career has its level of trimming Satan’s pubes, and I’m really happy to be trimming my share.
Yet it still happens. OpenGameArt just recently recovered from a DDoS. If you build a better mousetrap…
Sounds like we gotta make a trip to the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
The one thing these games have in common…
… Is Matt Turk.
Resonance by Odyssey starts playing
Convoys are sooo 2020.
God, I’d love to see the American variant of this for New Jersey Diners
At least Hawking provided something to society.
The sooner we forget Epstein’s name*, the better.
Titanic
The smell of the air conditioner wall unit at my mother’s old house. Musky. They were kept out in the garage, and my dad has no sense of smell. He would just put them in the windows and turn them on.
When I came home from school and got hit with the cold air, the smell, I knew it was summer. Yeah, sure, there’s probably a fungus in my brain that drives me towards the highest points I can find to release my spores, but, damn, it smelled like freedom.
HALP
Open up a pack and letmepourinthemilk
I dunno, some bring me down
Go back to my dealer and get more
Oh, that’s an idea. I have it currently listing the company on the top, and position below. Maybe I should swap the two…
My mother has a picture of me, clearly not having a good time, on Staten Island in front of the Twin Towers on a hazy day, dated August 2001
That’s what it’s there to do! It’s like asking “Did the door bell ring, or did someone hit the door bell button?”
“Guess we better call the police. I’ll use that police box over there…”