-Operation Wolf Dad would watch me play. He would bring other people to come in and watch how good I was. -Mario Golf Dad would play with us, he even kept a spreadsheet, on grid paper, to track his stats. -Ultima 3 First game on a PC. Mom got it to play with me and my little sister after Dad died. She couldn’t figure out how to get it to work. I ended up playing it alone years later, but only after learning enough MS-DOS to figure out how to even get it running. CD…

Hug your parents. Play with your kids.

Australia, where even the animals are criminals.

Murica. 10 days given per year. 10 days taken. Use it for last two weeks of the year

A perfect collection

May you regale us with one? How about your least favorite memory and then a strange one?

This is the best advice I’ve heard in a long while

I apologize for not being more clear. I don’t think I could live without toilet paper. Looked up how royalty cleaned themselves back then. No thank you.

Toilet paper.

That’s called a win win

I go to bed. By day three I’m a little better, as long as nothing else happens in those three days. I have good meds for sleeping though, it’s like a mini suicide

Winking

Hunged

Well, one of is features is remembering details you told it previously. I am surprised it went into child murder territory. In my experience it will usually avoid such topics unless prompted carefully. My initial suspicion is he prompted it into saying these things, but to be fair these things have gone off the rails before. Either way, most people just have a very little or no understanding on what these things are and how they work.

It’s a function approximate…er!

That’s what I keep telling kids, we’re not evolved to live this way. It doesn’t feel right because your a round peg in a square building. We’re evolved for tribe life, telling stories around the fire, cooking food for each other, helping out our small communities, together. Singing and dancing and story telling, caring for our soil and water and animals. Yes we should go to the stars, and test the boundaries of reality, but we won’t get there and feel like we really did something worth doing without being who we truly are, free to love, free to wonder, free to explore, free to be alive, free to be just happy. It isn’t worth it if we aren’t happy. We need to find out happy place again if we’re going to survive the next few centuries.

Not sure if this is what your looking for, but Nexus by Yuval Noah Harari. Also Sapiens by the same Author.

https://ssd.eff.org/

Canned sardines on saltines. Dad was poor for awhile, eating straight from the can was passed down.

Like any tool, it’s only as good as the person wielding it.

You eat your Freedom Fries and you like it

The moon, or better yet, the sun