I don’t know if this will age like my previous belief that PS1 had photo-realistic graphics, but I feel like 4k is the peak for TVs. I recently bought a 65" 4k TV and not only is it the clearest image I’ve ever seen, but it takes up a good chunk of my livingroom. Any larger would just look ridiculous.

Unless the average person starts using abandoned cathedrals as their livingrooms, I don’t see how larger TVs with even higher definition would even be practical. Especially if you consider we already have 8k for those who do use cathedral entertainment systems.

Honestly, then… Suck a dick, Curtis… 🤷

I kind of like the lore that Janet Jackson has been in Guantanamo this entire time and the rest of us completely missed the memo.

I don’t know that this even counts, but one of the most strange but wildly interesting things I used to do years back was randomly exploring defunct teleporters in Habbo Hotel.

For those who don’t know about teleporters/teles in Habbo Hotel, there are probably tens of thousands of pairs of teleports that exist in the game, each of them connecting only to its pair. Since trading furniture is pretty much a currency in Habbo, a lot of individual teleporters get traded off or lost throughout the years, and often end up being parked in random rooms and vast furniture junkyards.

So I would often lay down several random teles from my inventory, or enter my own furniture junkyard, and try every tele in there until I got a live one. This would Bill & Ted me to fuck knows where. If I’m unlucky, it’s just a dead end room. If I’m lucky, it’s a room with even more teles. That’s where the rabbit hole begins. Pretty soon you’re ten teles deep into the weirdest, most liminal Back Rooms spaces you can imagine. Sometimes you even find a back door into other players’ private rooms and get to explore like a cat burglar. The sky was the limit.

I haven’t logged in for a decade or more, but I still miss doing that sometimes.

I included the best pic I could find online of what a tele goldmine looked like, except there would typically be a wide variety of styles and not all portapotties like these.

Are you talking Australian Kmart or North American? In North America it was minimum wage for the vast majority of workers and zero benefits. I only made $11 USD (my store went under in 2016) as a supervisor with keys to the store and the safe, so it was a pretty shit arrangement. But it was a good stepping stone that got me into managing within the grocery industry, where I’m making significantly more for much more palatable work.

As a former PM Supervisor at Kmart, I think I just got mildly triggered by the K-Mart’s store closing part. That liquidation process was hands down the most monumentally stressful and hellish period of my life. Fuck that company and everyone who turned up to plunder it.

I thought this was a joke. I had no idea there were smart rings.

Hope she has a daughter who grows the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Like Shrek sunbathing.

And he’ll fucking do it again next election. Mark my words.

I love Beyond Meat products, but lab grown still freaks me out a little. It’s hard to articulate, but I don’t know that I could eat it without imagining some kind of wet, pulsating mass of slimy flesh sitting in a bin of some sort in a lab, with tubes and wires hooked up all over it. I know damn well that’s not what it is, but the image is there. I hope I get over it.

I’d rather just give up meat entirely and stick to plant-based alternatives.

I’ve heard The Walking Dead comics are actually quite solid, and differ substantially from the TV series. I’d love to see a faithful animation adaptation done in comic-style art.

I try to, but I never actually reach unconsciousness until I inevitably get cold and pull the sheets or blanket over my body to some degree. I find that on particularly hot nights, it’s enough to drape a sheet over my waist, so long as my feet are outside.

I do, yes.

Keep buying iPhones. That’ll stick it to the man.

Had to fucking deal with Rabbit every day.

This weird old acquaintance of the family once saw me taking the back cover off of something once and got all fired up and giddy and goes, “I knew it! I just knew it! You’re the type a kid who looks at somethin’ and just has to know how it works on the inside, aren’t ya?! Hah! I knew it!”. I nodded. But I wasn’t that kid. In fact, that was probably the only time I ever did. I don’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

But as far as my thing… I guess I’m that friend who gets weirdly sentimental and nostalgic about nature or the general atmosphere of where I’m currently at. I’m the only guy who gives a shit that there are crickets singing and has to comment on it, because the sound of it just brought me back to ten other vivid memories and feelings from when I sat there listening to them in the past and it’s consuming 80% of my attention right now.

Garden Salsa Sun Chips.

AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF RIVERWOOD!

Now canceling the show mid-story by Season 2 will be cheaper than ever!

I’ve always said that people who think cats are simple or ratty/skittish creatures have never laid with a loving cat on their chest. There are few deeper connections that a good owner and a well-loved cat. They are exceptionally bright animals.