Probably some variation of “fuck I’m hungry”

It’s a great motivator.

Parents certainly thought it was a pedo thing, and while there certainly were some nefarious adults it was mostly just teenagers.

I was always a weird kid and had gotten tired of most if my peers in elementary school, so when the cruelty ramped up in middle school I was already ignoring most of what was said or done around me. Most of the fighting was wannabe gang shit so it was easy to avoid. There was a guy I would have punched in the mouth, when he threw a book I was reading in a urinal, but he was quite literally twice my size.

I’m fine with on-scene idling because the expectation is that emergency services need to be fast and reliable. (Also I’m pretty sure that fire trucks, the big ones anyway, have a lot of extra machinery that needs to be powered)

You’re essentially saying “ban gridiron football” because every aspect of the game would have to change if they weren’t wearing those pads. And it almost was banned in 1905 because college players were dying. That’s when the forward pass was introduced, diverging sharply from rugby.

I’d happily go a step further and just ban advertising altogether.

There’s a bunch on the PS1 that got lost in the mix.

Ape Escape was really fun and novel, it was the first mandatory dual-stick release, and it did initially sell really well! It got two sequels on the PS2 but then drifted into spin-offs and party games. It’s been two decades since the last proper installment.

Tomba! is delightful nonsense, a 2D adventure platformer that presented non-linear quests and tight controls. It’s a cult-classic and the digital Special Edition on PS5 looks like it was done well.

Now for something truly forgotten: Running Wild. It’s a kart racer but instead of karts it’s a bunch of furries in a footrace. The announcer yells a lot, some of the character designs are lazy stereotypes, the graphics are muddy, but the track design is solid and it really feels fast when you get going. Very rewarding to learn the best lines and get into a clean flow.

Butterfly made my wrists fall off. Worth it.

Only by like a minute of average time-per-order, unless things have changed drastically since I worked in that industry. And only five of those cars are “in the system” so the big line shouldn’t even be a factor. Also, depending on what you get at a Starbucks, they can prep several things in parallel. I’m hoping this is a “summer 2020 and every dining room is closed” situation but I don’t really believe it.

Hasn’t posted in a few months, must be busy with that Ocean’s Eleven project.

Learn high-density home gardening and safe food preservation. That said, white rice does store a long time so it’s a good thing to hoard if you’re worried about food availability.

The worst part of anti-war music is that it never stops being relevant. Blast off! It’s party time!

A bit disingenuous to skip the part where their bodies are falling apart and they’re in constant pain.

It’s complicated and different districts do different things. Plenty of kids did take the city bus to my high school (there was a vastly reduced fee for minors and plenty of subsidized programs for free or cheap monthly passes).

My uncle (very near my age) also had a Green Ranger costume, I think there was a lot of gold lame involved. We generally weren’t allowed toy weapons though so I’m envious of yours.

I didn’t use its proper name because I didn’t think people would know what I meant but I see now I was foolish.

1967 is notably two decades into the ethnonationalist colonial project that displaced many Palestinians from their homes.

I was using the Dragonzord “flute” for a while but switched to the siren from Silent Hill. My partner hates both but if I need a wake-up alarm I need it to flood my body with panic adrenaline.

.world was already the closest thing to reddit on the fediverse.

I think it’s a weird attachment to a glorified idea of heritage that puts too much emphasis on the patriarchal line, it strikes too closely to the concept of divine-right-of-kings and the general familial privilege of wealth. It’s a title, like Baron, with a whole lot of baggage.