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  • My first car was a 1991 Honda Ascot. I bought it in 2003 in Japan, when I was stationed there with the US military. I bought it off a fellow service member who was leaving the country, for $1,000. I gave it to another service member for free when I bought a better car a year later.

  • Did you also notice the baseball cap to the bottom right of the fire? I didn't see it until just after I made my comment.

  • That camo jacket seems a little too close to the fire...

  • Back when I was a teenager (~25 years ago), I had the worst time waking up every morning for school. My dad would have to come drag me out of bed, then I would be sitting in the shower dozing for a while before I actually started cleaning myself. Like, literally sitting - I would sit on the edge of the tub while in the shower and just slip in and out of consciousness for a little bit until I was awake enough to shower.

    Of course, this made me run late every morning. My dad always poked his head into the bathroom to yell at me that I'm going to miss my school bus if I don't hurry up. I rarely ever missed the bus, but I also barely caught it most days, which always made my dad anxious about my morning routine.

    As a healthy young teenager, I always had morning wood that wouldn't quit. I had gotten used to it, so getting ready in the mornings with a raging boner wasn't unusual. But I was generally pretty good at keeping it hidden from others until it went away.

    One particular morning, I had gone through my shower-sleep routine and finally got around to cleaning myself. I had lathered up my entire body with soap and was scrubbing all the cracks and crevices thoroughly (I was a bit OCD when it came to cleanliness).

    This day, my dad had finally had enough and decided to see what took me so long in the shower every day. Out of nowhere, he whipped open the shower curtain and opened his mouth to yell at me.

    I was standing there, frozen in shock, both hands gripping my soapy raging boner. My dad glanced down, then back up at my face, then gave me the goofiest smile I'd ever seen him make. Then he wordlessly shut the shower curtain and walked away.

    It took me a minute to realize why he changed his mind about yelling at me; it didn't process at first what the situation he walked into looked like. I was just washing my body, after all.

    My dad never again yelled at me to hurry up in the shower.

  • For some reason, this just sparked an ancient memory of the Geek Code, which was a sort of signature block you could append to your emails and online bios to show off how much of a geek you were in the geekiest fashion possible.

    Goddamn I'm old.

  • Living the dream...

  • There's audio to go along with it.

  • I use a VPN that won't load catbox images for some reason. If I turn it off, catbox starts working again.

  • My dad had Parkinson's, which he fought for many years. When he couldn't walk anywhere without falling, that was when he had only months left to live. I know that's a very specific situation, but his doctor told me the same general statistic you did and to let him know when my dad starts falling more often. Even when he just had random falls once in a while, that was when he was within a year of the end.

  • Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!

    Bill Nye the science guy!

    I have that intro song as my phone's ringtone. It was always a joyful day when my teachers would pull out the TV on a cart and play an episode of Bill Nye.

  • I love the reference to the fan remake of Robocop, where he goes around shooting rapists in the dick.

    EDIT: Also relevant, considering our "democratically elected leaders who refuse to advance American interests."

  • I couldn't tell you. It appeared to start randomly on FB Messenger and he just made it worse by pointing it out to his followers. Now he gets hundreds of bike emojis on every comment he posts.

  • It started pretty randomly and he fanned the flames by pointing it out. I think people were just enjoying watching him freak out about it - especially since he couldn't get a response to his inquiries without opening his chat to everyone. He seems to be taking it well, though.

  • I kind of just did. Shen has a Facebook Messenger chat for his FB page, where only he can talk. People can reply to his messages with emojis, but that's it. He uses it to update his community on his comic and personal life ordeals.

    For some reason, a bunch of people started spamming the bike emoji on every message he posted. He started freaking out about it, asking why people are using that emoji specifically. But no one can respond, so he just got more bike emojis. So it's become a thing, where he occasionally just gets frustrated that the bike emoji is the dominant response to everything he posts.

  • Haha, yeah! He's really pissed that people keep posting the bicycle emoji to all his messages in his Facebook Messenger chat.

  • I just posted a review for a game that kind of fits this theme. MiSide, a game that looks like a dating sim, but has dark psychological horrors hidden within.

  • "They Live!" A guy finds some strange sunglasses that lets him see the subliminal messages hidden in all our print and media and advertisements. He can also see aliens walking amongst the population, disguised as regular humans!

    Turns out, Earth had been invaded by aliens long ago and they've been keeping us under their control with subliminal messages for decades.

    1. A surprised looking person pops in to existence [...]

    You mean a surprised looking Shen. That's his self-insert character in his comics.

  • She's horny and on the pill, so no chance of getting pregnant... unless Bruce wants that.

  • Can we just hurry up and get WWIII started so Europe can liberate us from the current regime? I'm getting tired of everyone in important positions sitting on their hands and just letting this stuff happen.