The short time I used an iPhone, I just didn’t like how it felt. The restrictive nature, personally really don’t dig Apple’s whole UI design. It felt like a quality phone, build wise, but Apple just ain’t for me.
Also, price. I paid $100 for my Motorola that’s good enough to last me the next 2 to 3 years, and features a headphone jack, which is all I really wanted. Could take or leave the Dolby Atmos shit, but the sound quality is decent for a phone.
Linguine. You’re expecting some strong, has-it-together fettuccine, but instead I’m a plateful that can barely hold it together and is trying to play pretend at being one of the better pastas.
See, you’re looking at it logically.
What you need is a frontal lobe lobotomy so you can happily ignore whatever you please, just like they do.
Millennial, I guess? Dead on early '90, so I think that about fits.
They won’t until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it’s full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.
“All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill”(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).
Look, I’ve been where you are before. You jump from cult to cult, looting the bodies and altars once they kick it. It gives you a sense of purpose, and keeps a roof above your head without much effort.
But do you know what’s even better? Forming your own cult. Just find a forgotten ancient deity, make up some bullshit, people fall in line. Let 'em clean themselves up, move onto the next god and town.
At least let your old cult hit the ritual suicide phase before joining another.
It’s impolite, otherwise.
One of the first games I encountered that included my Steam handle in the opening credits. At first, I thought it was cute, acknowledge the player.
I quickly realized it was a reminder. You are always the one in control. You are always the one to pull the trigger. You are making the choice to continue, and it is always an option to walk away. To turn off the game. To try to forget.
Icing a cake takes time, especially when it’s one meant to feed between 90 and 100 people. We’re not trying to ruin your kids birthday when we need 24 hours notice for something that size, it’s that someone needs to take at least 2 hours to get it done, and we can’t magically make that happen on short notice and full days.