These boots taste great.

It’s not, I just assume everyone already has an android device. It’s let’s you play from anywhere on your phone too, instead of having to lug the deck.

I wept a bit for Stephen Hawking. He was a rare, special human. When I read what was written on his grave, there next to Newton and Darwin: “Here lies what was mortal of Stephen Hawking 1942 - 2018” I wept a bit. Still do. Did a bit more just now writing that to be honest.

From a lover of this game, (must have beat it 10 times), I actually think the android port it the best.

It’s got enhanced sprites and animations. Even better than the psp port. It pressrves the PS1 audio which the psp version messed up. The touch controls are decent.

Oh shoot, you’re right.

When data gets the emotion chip and tries drinking. “I hate this”, takes another sip, “oh yes! I hate this! This is revolting!”.

It’s can’t be reached by any client, only clients on machines logged into your tail scale network.

It’s AI, and a ripoff of another comic.

What rock do you live under?

I can hear this.

You can also just reset your phone real quick. The first login requires pin / password.

You put your flesh under there!?

I get what you mean, I do the same, it just sounded weird.

How do you open a jar? Oh, I just use my hand meat.

Is comic rack still the standard software for comics?

You go next zero to save the world.

I go next zero to survive the apocalypse.

We are not the same.

I started to play this one, then when I was trying to decide how to place some skill points I went down the absolute rabbit hole of online build sharing, and companion apps to help you track how to place your points and what gear you need to aquire, got overwhelmed and bored at the same time and put it down.

It’s not to make them afraid itself, but rather by motivating the next shooter.

If your dust analogy stands, why do you clean your ass? The poop is just going to come back.

I’m obviously not suggesting you stop cleaning your ass, but rather reassess how you see necessary regular menial tasks.

Nobody likes them, but they are what they are. Regular and necessary. You can even start to like them by meditating on task itself, and by expressing gratitude towards the conclusion, which in this example is a nicer cleaner space to live.

Alcohol.

I married her.

I added myself to the bone marrow donation registry with a mouth swab at a dead show.

Yeah no shit. Bernie was set to be president, and fucking Debbie Wasserman Schultz was like: “absolutely not”.