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This is great. It's nice to be reminded that some of the shit we take for granted is pretty god-damned amazing.

I know I'm in the minority here, but to me the fact that a 36 year old white Republican dude who works in public safety is even *considering* doing more research than a quick Tuesday scan for a capital "r" is A Good Thing.

Watching interest rates rise, I wonder - can I reach out to family members who voted for Trump and ask them to pitch in on the down payment for a house? Seems fair to me.

This looks good and all, but it's noteworthy that we're at a point where we had Miami Vice in '85, then Miami Vice (2006), and now Miami Vice '85 - so named to differentiate this reboot from the reboot while signaling that it's set in '85, like the original, that's just Miami Vice (1985).

They imagine the mastermind behind some crazily convoluted collusion corruption conspiracy is both smart enough to keep every shred of evidence absolutely hidden and also dumb enough to be caught lying about going to a basketball game? Fucking idiots.

There are some times in life when your morning playlist is just Tubthumping on repeat.

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I always know *exactly* what game I want to play when I don't have any time to play a game, but when I do have time to play a game I can never decide what to play.

Did you ever sit back, look around, and realize that you burned through all the fucks you have to give decades ago? In the folly of my youth I never would have imagined that we only have so many fucks that we can give.

More often than not lately I start a reply to someone - on Teh Socials, via email, in a forum, wherever - and then stop, and think "who the hell cares?" and delete the reply.

"Rare Nintendo Game Found" could mean a new-in-box Family Fun Fitness Stadium Events has been discovered and is set to hit hit 200k at auction, or I opened a box labeled "90's clothes" and found my old copy of GoldenEye.

Obviously the worst part is the now obligatory Nazi dog whistle, but it's worth noting just how fucking stupid RFK Jr is. He's "Forest Gump gave a heavy sigh and tried to explain it again" stupid.

Happy belated anthropomorphic home-invading rabbit day to all who celebrate.

It's a special kind of fucked up that I would be utterly unsurprised if the president of the United States further disrupted global physical and economic security in the service of a shitty, low-effort April Fool's Day gag.

I hate it when AI compliments me. No, CLAUDE, I don't "have good instincts," I have decades of experience and know what bad code smells like. Well, I do have good instincts, that's just not relevant right... look, just fix the damned code already. You're supposed to be good at this.

Neat!

This moron has no idea how much of a third rail this is. If he goes through with a public fight with Dunkin he will never live this down. In the words of my people "fuck ya motha."

The past year and a bit has been a depressing cavalcade of poor decisions by weak men that will lead to the wars their privileged offspring will callously expect my children to fight.

A) he's wrong and B) referencing train travel might not be the best way to connect with the average American.

I want to coin "entropement" as the circumstance of having laden the first act of a story with so many cliches and genre tropes that there is only one possible path for it to follow.

Until Assembly, all code was loose, scattered across offices like funfetti poured by a toddler.

This is SUPER important and something that a subset of old-guard GOP was VERY good at. They played the long-game with language and managed to cement very potent ideas in the national subconscious. As with anything else, interrogate your assumptions whenever you notice them - and try to notice them.

Often I'll write a response on some social platform or other, sometimes spending a good amount of time on it, and then simply... not send it. Just "delete" and *pffpt* it's gone. Writing the thing helps me frame my thoughts and then I realize, no one else cares. This is enough. Move on.

What. The fuck. Is happening?

I want to play #TheOuterWorlds2 - my Game Pass sub started with the first one, after all - but I just don't have the time to find a comfortable home for another 77GB game right now. #DeadStaticDrive clocks in at 2.97GB - that's as good as free. Time for some 80's cosmic horror GTA.

Just scanned a headline "Trump's swift demolition of East Wing may have launched asbestos plumes" but my brain checked in at word two. For a second I was thinking, "Taylor Swift did what now?"

So Johnson would agree that an AI generated video of someone picking up an AR-15, kicking down Trump's door, and shooting him with poo bullets that landed harmlessly as brown paintballs would also be making a satirical point, right? Not something to get flustered about, correct?

Mad props for keeping it old-school. We don't need AI to trade in falsehoods, misrepresentation, and propaganda! All it takes is a complete lack of morality, empathy, or basic decency, a complicit, lazy, and codependent media, and an uncritical, captured audience! Easy peasy!

PFB impacts (likely substantially) more than 50% of black men and less than 20% of white men. I can recall zero instances when a soldier's shaving profile impacted their readiness. Hegseth continues to make our military weaker. abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory...

Honestly, the real tragedy of the last few days has been realizing how long it's been since I've played Helldivers 2. There's a whole new enemy faction now! Crazy.

It's neat that they're rereleasing #Gearsofwar but I'm worried that my current monitor can't display enough shades of brown to really capture the experience.

Our military is trained to locate, engage, and destroy the enemy. They are very good at their job. We call them "warfighters" for a reason. You want them on the streets in "big cities." Who is the enemy? What is the war? Who are they fighting? Who do you want destroyed?

Coming Soon: World War 2 Beach Defense

B -5: Kid is playing by themselves. I try to get some work done. B -3: I'm spotted. B -2: "Dada what are you doing dada?" B -1: Pause work. B 0: Bluey. B +1: "Bluey!" B +2: Kid is watching Bluey. I prepare to resume work. B +5: Kid is playing by themselves. I am watching Bluey. B +7: Next episode.

The new #Doom comes in at 70 GB and my first thought is, "huh, that's a pleasant surprise." I simply expect new AAA games to be 90+ GB now. #PCGaming

A little something that I wanted to offer the void... Relying on anecdotes when we don't like the data and relying on data when we don't like the anecdotes isn't a partisan problem, it's a human problem.

I've got a limerick about Narcissus that's sure to make waves.

Magical tariff thinking is crazy. Things will not cost "a few dollars more" but will be offset by your "new, better, job." I want to visit the moon and I want my dad to be alive, but none of that shit's happening, either.

There's an actual real person named Hank Tough somewhere and his phone is fucking blowing up right now.

My cat's litterbox is currently in the far corner of the office. There is nothing more grounding than engaging in absurd and grandiose pontification only to have your thoughts disturbed by the sound of a cat taking a shit. I get it, everyone's a critic.