Says you. I call it a great way to kickstart Tuesday.

I’ve got most of them memorized but still have a cooking temp chart on a fridge magnet. There it is, at a glance.

If you’re not shitting then you need to see a doctor, friend.

Otherwise, if it’s not your jam there’s nothing wrong with sitting it out. In fact I don’t recommend drinking as heavily as I have or take as many fun drugs as I used to (I can still do them but I choose to heavily limit myself) because there are long term consequences.

For me it’s the knees. I can still shit and bang and drink and do all the same fun drugs I did at 25. But I miss my cartilage.

I wear boots and hold a bottle of whisky. I don’t know why they wouldn’t include that on the list.

I’ve lost hearing for stupider reasons. Spite seems downright reasonable to me.

How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!

We used to keep the light off in the tech bullpen. There were no windows but enough lights from the screens to keep people from tripping over themselves walking to their desks. Fucking director level POS hated it. When he didn’t have anything to do he’d come back there and loudly exclaim “I don’t see how y’all can work in the dark!”

It’s almost like different people work different ways and have different levels of comfort. I can deal with either just fine but damn, don’t just loudly pronounce shit and change the environment immediately. That absolutely stops pretty much everyone from working because they want to bitch about how it’s different now.

I think it was 50/50 not giving a shit about the comfort of others and wanting attention because he was as useless as a bag of used microplastics.

There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

I guess they learned nothing from Google Buzz.

Alcohol, caffeine, and adrenaline. That checks out.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.

@thefartographer@lemm.ee

I’ll be your friend but I ain’t kissing you.

I live and die by my pocket notebook and phone calendar.

I had a boss like this. Every so often when we had something that needed to be done I’d remind him of his previous idea (which didn’t exist) that we all thought was so good and he’s the bestest and smartest manager ever.

It was so easy to get whatever I wanted done.

I actually love a lot of things about our state. There are good people, there’s good food, there’s some really beautiful scenery, the music scene is crazy…I really like it here. I just hate the jackasses running the place.

DFW, Austin, and Houston account for a lot of people. All blue as fuck. If we could get people excited about something, anything, we could easily be purple.

Oh, how fancy. Look at the queen of England here, too good to eat parking lot veal.

Payment, half a bottle of whiskey, and 20 minutes of crying.