Slightly? It will ruin everything if it isn’t exactly as I imagined it the first time I read it.

I’m not sure if I’m joking or not.

Yes, the two after (In the Sprawl Trilogy) felt disconnected from the original, but its been a minute since I’ve read all three.

Yes, that is where the username was derived from.

Erm, the Borg would like to remind you that cubes have been a thing for a bit.

I used to ask my dad where we were on car trips.

“Directly above the center of the earth.” Thanks asshole.

I dunno, the hand… something tells me this image is mirrored, or he could be lefty…

My guess is he punched a hole in the drywall and his mom pushed him down the stoop to kick him out, hence the other light abrasions on knee and wrist.

Forget the names, look at ALL the tools.

Thanks, bookmarked. I don’t have a group right now, but that is damn handy.

Some wrinkles, some grays… Well, a lot of grays in the beard.

I got a genetic double whammy. Baldness on my mom’s side, and my dad (and his father and brother) were gray by 25.

That being said, I blame it mostly on a certain group of people I can’t seem to escape.

They make my life more difficult at every turn.

Their mere existence is guaranteed to give me a head ache down the line.

Of course I’m talking about youthoughtthiswasgoingtoberacist end users.

My bad, sorry, Ozzy.

Don’t get me wrong, respect for both Dio and Iommi for their contributions to the genre as a whole, but I was speaking specifically of Ozzy in this case.

I mean, his later solo stuff takes a lot of cues from classical music.

I used him a LOT in a classical music appreciation class in college.

At the end, I was asked why I didn’t take the other music appreciation class - rock?

Because it was only offered at 7am. Really counterintuitive for the crowd who grew up on “I wanna rock and roll all night, and party every day!” You can’t do that with a 7am class.

Worked in Yellowstone for a summer.

Spent some time with the rangers. They got all sorts of questions…

Like which handgun caliber would be best to defend oneself from a bear.

Essentially, the ranger broke it down stating there was a weakness in the skull about the size of a bullet that you had to hit directly to have a chance of dropping a bear with a handgun. While its coming at you and pissed/hungry.

So essentially, you’ve just pissed off the bear before it gets it claws on you.

Well placed slugs from shotguns, rifle rounds, and preferably (according to the ranger in question) a tranquilizer to re-home the bear away from people. That being said, the bears are tracked to an extent and bears who show repeated behavior endangering themselves/tourists tend to be exterminated, sadly.

Hand to claw combat? Human is going down.

This is why in the past, when bears were hunted, they were hunted in their dens during hibernation - at the end of spears to keep that hungry bear as far away as possible from your soft easily rent flesh.

Just like that one kid who got caught buying a dime bag of weed. They directly and solely funded terrorism.

Mea-sles? Ohhh, my freedom rash.

Nah, its fine. Not contagious or potentially life altering for the worse even if I survive.

I don’t know where I picked it up, but my toddler son came back from preschool with something similar! Any way, I’ve got to get to his funeral. Merica!

I’ve seen that, and variations.

I’ve noticed house flys being more common than bees.

That being said, I’d piss on a fly. A bee could sting me. Rightfully sting me, I might add.

Someone pisses on me they have a good chance of being hit.

A man walks up to a table with four chairs, and sits down with three nazis.

What do you have now? Four nazis.

Because the word Kiwi refers to other things.

A fruit, people from New Zealand, etc.

Oooh, Detective Pikachu - Rated R.

A gritty, bleak, neo-film-noir take on a grizzled, aged, jaded Pikachu who just needs to finish his work before he can pass on - his duty keeps him alive.

Opening scene - Black and White.

We enter an alleyway, slicked down with rain, with clearly muddy debris visible under the surface of the water in foot prints as characters pass.

The camera pans up, to a victim. The gore, the blood, the entrails, the brains… All vividly rendered in color against a monochrome background.

Zoom into Pikachu’s eyes. He squints for a moment, takes a drag off his non-filtered cigarette, closes his eyes for a moment as he inhales, and tosses the butt into the alley gutter.

Opening credits roll.

I’m tired of all the once in a life time disasters that seem to keep happening over and over…

No no, some people have to learn from their own mistakes.

You tell a toddler to not reach up and touch the stove because a burner might be hot. You don’t tell a 25 year old man not to touch a burner - by that age they should have either learned from extrapolating data about the world, from their childhood experience, or someone else’s experience. Regardless, at a certain point, you just let morons burn their fingers.

I had some, before I moved.

Let me just say this, what came easy to young me in boy scouts… well, I’m just glad if I hit a safe area in the general direction I’m aiming.

The other issues is as a boy I shot off the right of the riser on a longbow, and this was an off the left takedown (recurve) bow - still the amount I sucked surprised me a little, lol.

So hopefully you have time to practice.

I mean, it kind of is.

Debtor’s prisons were never fair, but at least it usually involved adults who made their own choices.

Kids can’t legally consent to anything - though I’m sure the republicans want to change that too.