“Does not get mashed on fermented berries”.
I’ll have you know that when I was lost and low on fuel, I managed to land on an absolute shit hole of a backwater, barely a sentient being in sight, but those berries?
They got me home. Always fly X-Wing. Runs on anything.
I know this is just a “grass is always greener” because I am horridly burned out at my current gig and it’s only getting worse, but damn, I’m really sitting here on my lunch break going “Yeah, gathering fish jizz sounds a whole lot better than going back into this hellhole”.
On the other hand, you probably need some marine life education to become the cuddlefish jizzmopper that I certainly lack.
Because sometimes you just have to find out.
Yeah, sadly, it seems no matter how ample the parking, people will still just take a pump.
I kinda get it, but at this point, we should all know better. Leave one person behind to pump and park, you’re going to be in the building for awhile just trying to get snacks and get checked out. I’ve never seen our local less than packed inside.
Have you been to a Buc-Ees?
Hundreds of pumps. It’s a goddamned ocean of concrete and steel. You can use the main building as a shelter for a mid-sized town and have enough bathrooms. It’s a fucking department store serving as a gas station.
They’re goddamned massive.
581 miles? You can still see a Buc-Ees in the rearview at that distance.
They’re like the tides. We’re currently in a Beans run, and it’s been going for awhile. Soon, people will get bored, and Jeans- or Denimposting will come back. You’ll normally see some crossover(beans in some jeans, jeaned Beanis, jeans with a bean pattern) before the next shift is complete.
The Pillars of Lemmy.
Beans, Linux, Jeans, Communism, Saddam Hussein.
Just the way the wheel turns.
And for those who need the therapy of hearing it.
Good on them. $7500 for all future royalties is an absolute rip, especially coming out of Rockstar.
Oh hey, thanks! Been hearing it for years, turns out I just never look left!
I wish they’d give me my driver’s license back…
Pineapples were also a sign of wealth.
There was a time when people would rent a pineapple to just sit on the table at a party.
“Just because I am over 3000 years old, and a creature of the night abandoned by all that once brought comfort, doesn’t mean I don’t entertain.”
If you were lucky.
I remember when people figured out the invisible characters glitch and BG chat was just a wash of shit talk all s p l i t u p l I k e t h i s.
Saw some people also use that for good, but a majority in my experience were just heinous.
And all contained in the palm of your hand.
So much swapping back to that damned flashlight, I will never understand that decision. It didn’t build tension, it just made me get really good at beating things to death so I didn’t have to keep switching out.
They’re doing a service.
Reminding men that it’s never too late to schedule an appointment at the proctologist.
A nice stack of thinly sliced ham, provolone cheese melted within and on top, a nice warm sourdough or potato bread, some mayo and mustard.
I don’t know what switch flipped in my head as I got older, but a nice hot ham and cheese has become the occasional simple pleasure like no other.
I could be misremembering, it’s been the better part of 2 decades since I last read one of these, but there’s a couple points sticking out in my mind where they at least entertained the idea of using Tobias as an assassin due to his form.
Which always kinda felt fucked up, even as a kid. Like, dude could still be a major badass, even in hawk form, but damn.
Only handle the snitties with consent.
Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.
You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.
Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.
I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.