This is universally the phone your teen sister has when you visit home over the holiday.
This is universally the phone your teen sister has when you visit home over the holiday.
Put it in VR and it reminds me of the Community episode:
“Jesus wept!”
Any mod recommendations for a 5 year old? He’s got a laptop with Debian on it and I’d like to set him up with MineTest, but I’m not sure he can handle the full MineClonia experience.
I used to think like the OP/image, but now I’m in your camp. You should absolutely eat things you don’t enjoy if they are good for you. But bad pizza crust is just punishing your mouth while gaining weight.
I understand the food waste argument, but it’s wasted whether you eat it or not. You’re wasting just as much if you don’t eat the peel of the banana.
Making your own meaning is Existentialism talk! Embrace the lack of meaning!
This is what I’ve seen too. Directors come back from a conference and suddenly we’re learning a newer but objectively worse system. Obviously the grunts using the systems aren’t consulted, but are expected to be team players through this educational experience.
The Blood Machines OST is my favorite album of any genre, and I’ve never even seen the movie.
It was fun to see Michael Emerson in Fallout with a dog that looks just like Bear. He’ll always be some variation of Finch to me.
I agree on board games.
See if there are Board Game shops in your city. If they have tables for Magic the Gathering you can check their calendar and usually find open board gaming nights. In my experience people usually bring a bunch of their own games and are open to new players. Some of the people in our group don’t own any games; the rest of us are always bringing more than we can possibly play anyway.
When I was a kid we would have yearly morel hunts. My uncles were always scouting the neighbors’ woods, and once morels were sighted we’d sneak onto their property and gather bags of 'em. We’d usually get about 10 pounds between the six of us cousins. Then Grandma would fry them up and we’d feast.
One year I ate at least a pound by myself. That night I got so violently ill I thought I would die. I never ate morels again.
Now you have me wondering if one of us picked a not-morel and I was the unlucky one who ate it.
Is it possible to learn this power?
Hatchet was such a powerful book when I was a kid. I bet it still holds up, so maybe I should reread it soon.