I wanted to be a nerd but I can’t even geek. I’m more of a dork.

A nugget ice machine. Nuggets ice is the perfect chewing ice - not too hard it will crack teeth, even consistency unlike crushed ice, firm like tight packed snow. It’s like chewing on frosty heaven.

But it’s absurdly expensive for what little it does. At least a couple hundred dollars for a counter top ice maker that does nothing but make perfect ice.

Authoritarians don’t care about what the hoi polloi think.

We had one cat and didn’t expect a second but it was a conversation that we had started and expected that maybe the first cat was alone and sad when we left for work (in the long ago era of 2013, a pre pandemic life). Given that the shelter was locally well respected we took a look and, yeah, it’s risky but that’s the nature of impulse purchases!

A cat. In line at the pet store for kitty litter and saw a literal pile of kittens near the check out. Turns out that the local shelter was having an adoption day and my partner found a black cat that immediately nuzzled into her shoulder and the little kitten motor purred so loud it sounded like snoring. They bonded in that moment and have been best friends for the last 14 years.

At first he was cool and would wash people’s cars and picking up animal poop from yards. But it turns out he wasn’t helpful. He was gathering materials and was stealing polluted dirt, piles of shit, and anything else he could find into grotesque golems that roam town and do his bidding. It’s unbearable to go to the market for some bread and milk only to discover the waste elemental made of animated shit and cigarette butts is there to get groceries for him. It’s a fucking nightmare and it makes me want to wear anti magic pendants to fuck up his errands - but that leaves behind unanimated filth that has to be moved by us mundanes. It’s so one sided it’s like tyranny.

“You’re a fuck up but you’ve made it this far so something is working. Good luck.”

As we get older, our perception of time speeds up. An immortal would easily lose track of time after just two human lifetimes, causing an immortal to suffer from dementia-like symptoms where they expect one date but find themselves habitually late. And since time doesn’t mean the same thing as us to an immortal, they would eventually become disconnected from the world around them and be unable to reintegrate. They wouldn’t be able to maintain friendships, relationships, mortgages, payments, etc. They would be surrounded by people but forever alone.

I bought a 1987 Cutlass Supreme and thought I had one of the best cars ever made. Except I bought it used in 2003. I learned a lot about carburetors and tightening belts that summer. The poor thing died one foggy fall day when a tractor grazed the side of it and the damage was more than the $400 the car was worth.

I grew up in a small town that didn’t have a grind house theater, but it did have a very run down drive-in theater that has grindhouse kinds of movies. I saw some regular tits out slasher movie that wasn’t memorable but the second movie was Sleepaway Camp and that ending blew my fucking mind. I still think about that movie.

The original Night of the living Dead is way up there for vanilla zombie horror. 28 days later for modern zombies.

Thankskilling and Jack Frost for B movie holiday horror.

Italian sausage crumbles, sliced black olives, thin sliced white onion. Simple but with a rich depth of flavor.

He should wither and die in prison.

My brother in Christ, werewolves existed for at least 150 years and shape shifting goes back hundreds more. A beast that becomes a person… What could that possibly be for? A person becoming a beast is easy and the not weird part of folk history that didn’t upset any kind of established morals. Violence is a part of life. Hot wolf dick that escapes into the night after making sweaty sheets? More difficult to keep as an oral tradition. Well, in stories at least.

How old is your brother? How old are you? This sounds like a troll post showing the overreaction of an online audience to recommend the most extreme response because some vital details are missing.

I thought no one remembered when Burnout was a puzzle game with car physics and explosions. It was criminal to turn Burnout into a full racing game.

Why are you with someone you don’t find attractive? Are you obligated to be in the relationship? Are you afraid of what happens without your partner?

A partner is someone you are happy to be with and if attractiveness is the sole determining factor, ask yourself what is unattractive about yourself. Why are they with you? Why don’t they leave to find someone else?

In truth, attractiveness is great for starting a relationship but the relationship will evolve to become more about the connection you both share. In-jokes are the best part, old arguments are the worst. But it’s something no one else would understand because it’s between you two.

Wake up with your partner, see them after a night of restless sleep or being sick for a few days. No one is attractive then and hopefully this shows that attractiveness is not the only requirement for loving someone. The only requirement is that you love them, whole and true, for as long as you can.

If you don’t love your partner, or find yourself doubting, have the courage to solve that difficulty. Be honest with yourself AND your partner. They are living with the hope that each day will be another in the story of your lives. Lying to them by hiding how you feel is building interest on a pain that could have been avoided.

Weirdest thing I’ve seen was a house that had no books. It was surreal that there was a TV in each room, even small ones mounted in the bathrooms, but not a single book in the house. Mister was a bus driver, wife was some kind of a school administrator. But not a single written word anywhere under that roof that wasn’t on a label. It made me sad for the kids.

Grossest was a guy’s computer was misbehaving and I showed up to fix it. Every single icon and image was porn. Every. Single. One. The background was a rotating slideshow of various porn images. The worst part was when I felt the mouse was sticky, I got up to wash my hands and the faux leather chair was sticky too. Everything around the porn computer was sticky. It was honestly too much and I took an early lunch, called my boss that I wasn’t feeling well, and explained I wasn’t going to work on that computer. My boss was mad at first, came out to finish the job, and then added the guy to the fired customer list. Fuck that house. It also smelled weird. Like off fruit. And I can never forget that call. Nice neighborhood, great house, nice yard - absolutely disgusting person behind it all.

Oh, so true. I didn’t want to assume any Continental tastes because it is so varied, but ketchup and mayo are absolutely a European sauce. Thanks for the reminder.