Zampanò said no minotaur.

My applications menu icon (or the “start” menu for the philistines) is a 🐢.

Burning the page you just finished reading so you can read the next page, while standing there in a dark labyrinth where a minotaur is lurking.

But seriously though, DiCaprio freaks me out, Trump freaks me out for the same reason, among others.

I mean, what’s wrong with dating one’s age?

I don’t wanna be dating someone half my age, then I die. That just seems cruel.

I’m getting downvoted, but it’s an honest statement and I stand by it.

Half your age plus seven doesn’t work a lot of the time. I’m 39, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable dating someone who’s even 32, they are baby. Not happening, no way. Likewise, even 46 is too old for me.

Then again, anecdote isn’t data, and DiCaprio effectively cancels me out, so whatever.

It’s not his bag, baby!

I lost the first messages my wife sent me on OK Cupid and I’m quite heartbroken about that, but I have my actual wife with me still and she adores me.

And if someone says “hey, can you come fix my computer,” and when you show up she just lays in bed and looks at you longingly from there, that means you really got to fix the computer and then leave so she can get some sleep.

I do the things that must get done: going to work, paying the bills, and I realize that if I don’t, what life I’ve made for myself will stop.

For the chores and stuff, sometimes I’ll make a chore pact with my wife (“let’s both clean stuff for the next half hour”) as a way of keeping mutual responsibility. Sometimes I’ll just get fed up and ride a chore wave for a couple hours.

For skills, I try to narrowly just grow the stuff I’m good at as best as I can; naturally, only the skills that interest me for the long term are the ones that grow.

Ah, my username is my legal name and there are pictures of me in my account. My username everywhere is my legal name, cause I think I lack imagination.

So I guess I’m fucked exactly this much, which doesn’t seem like a lot.

I generally get left alone. Everyone worries about their own personal problems enough to have time to bother someone random on the internet.

Edit: if I post my address, someone’s gonna ring my doorbell and scare my birds, so you’re not getting it. I’m in the Portland metro area though.

A few. I’m playing through the bonus campaigns of Etherfields, while looking longingly at ISS Vanguard which I haven’t picked up in a week, while playing one-shot games of stuff like Twinfold and Harmonies and Balatro and Slay the Spire (both table and phone). Finished Silent Hill 2R recently and that was awesome. Sometimes when I’m up to it I’ll break out some sort of random Final Girl game.

I know this isn’t true for everyone, but narrative solo board gaming is really, really good for me, and lets me do a lot of gaming that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to do, what with my brain being all busted with stroke damage.

And here I am, sex-repulsed asexual. The whole sex thing is just incredibly gross, and I’m taking this virginity to my grave (I’m 39, I’m over halfway there!) and no one can stop me. I’ve never even been sexually aroused at all.

Indeed, all types are present.

You’re right, I am an absolute shit with that comment and I failed to understand the world that happened around me in that moment.

I apologize.

We had our apocalypse in March ‘20 to summer ‘22, and we had to stay indoors with an internet connection,

and you all suggest you didn’t clear your backlogs?

This has been a public service callout.

Fuck it, I’m in.

It’s honestly the best bit of American TV yet made.

YUUUUP

Curse the military-industrial complex, that’s reason #3,591!

Excuse you, it doesn’t take four hours to get to Seattle, you just have to do like 90 miles an hour between like Kalama and Tacoma, like everyone else.

Once in a while, I’ll arbitrarily drop juh-LAP-in-oh in a grocery store, just to see who flinches.