I always end up going back to Sweet Baby Ray’s. Every once in awhile I’ll try something fancier but I always end up going back.

I love a bad movie but I could not handle Street Trash.

Anything TROMA. Hell, everything TROMA.

The owner of a site called zug dot com wrote a lengthy and hilarious essay on his treatment for an anal fissure. There were MS Paint illustrations of the procedure.

I was enthralled but also learned a lot about using humor to discuss situations that a person would otherwise be ashamed of.

Nice try to trawl for answers to security questions! I’ll never reveal that my earliest memory is playing with my first dog Chestnut in my childhood home on Oak St with my mother whose last name prior to marriage was Jessop!

My family had a Mac when I was little. One afternoon I ended up in a Windows tech support forum not understanding that it was connected to other people. I typed “Microsoft sucks” and managed to post it as a thread. Someone called me a troll.

My interactions with the internet haven’t changed much since then.

Is that an unusually high ratio? Or normal internet stuff?

Crowded. But KSP2 might be out of beta.

Today is a good day.

But you have to guard an old billionaire’s mansion.

But only until you sober up.

But your side effect is infinite power.

Right??? This is a community-building moment. “Three day no-poop” will be a punchline for years to come.

KSP: “Your mom gets around so much she’s in a highly eccentric orbit.”

If I already have the burrito, there’s clearly no need for the sex.

Android 13 here. The only bug I habitually notice is that when I load a comment thread, previously loaded comments from an old thread will briefly be displayed. That and when I subscribe to a new community, the button will keep saying Pending until I refresh.

Over all, it’s a feature-light app but for the price it’s as good as I would ask for. Hopefully some folks will join the dev team as the community grows.

I saw a stranger riding a bicycle along the gravel trail surrounding the reflecting pool of the Lincoln Memorial in DC. He was kitted out like a tour de Francer and was riding way too fast for being in a crowded area. So inevitably some tourist steps into his path. Instead of hitting her he threw the bike to the ground and launched himself over the handlebars, landing with a perfect shoulder roll. He dusted himself off, asked if the tourist was alright, and zoomed off into the twilight with his bicycle.

So he perfectly diffused a dangerous situation that was entirely of his own creation. I’ve never known exactly how to feel about that random dude that was simultaneously super talented and super irresponsible. I’ll never forget that random ass dude and his midlife crisis sprint bike.