I have a very well-honed core of self hate that’s tuned to provide me endless empathy for everyone else.

Helping people keeps me alive sometimes.

You left out the protocol of the elders of zion and the backlash it caused against Jews. It’s fairly important as a catalyst for some of the 20th century shit.

These are all reasonable. Add people that let others in, in potentially dangerous situations.

Epic Games until they continue developing UT4. Motherfuckers.

There aren’t any. Some things will disprove specific religious ideas, but that’s about it.

Flashlight (olight arkfield pro), pocket knife (cheap, but decent amazon tanto), knipex cobra xs, a comb (chicago model 1), 2nd kickstarter titanium ridge wallet, field notebook. Add an Olfa slim utility knife and a pen at work. Sometimes a uni kuru toga. Keys. Phone.

Long Island. They’re made a variety of ways and can taste anywhere from just short of lemonade to dish soap.

Fucking keytar hero shit. And not the cool keytars.

I had a really fantastic dentist. Spent some time kinda homeless/broken and now I have no clue where she went.

Which creation account, though? The bible has two that are mutually exclusive.

I mean, it’s a rip off of Doom.

It’s all you can do sometimes. When the darkness sets in for me I can’t recognize the light. I’m starting to break out of it somewhat, but there’s a lot of self hate still etched in. It does kind of improve once you’re on the other side.

Even funnier since I ended up being metaphorical Artax.

I watched The Neverending Story in my 30’s and realized the Artax scene had caused me decades of nightmares.

I pay for the family plan and they use google music. I use pandora because my station is older than my 16yo niece that’s on my yt plan.

I’ll have to try balatro after I finish minishoot.

That will never end. Every re-read for me is fantastic.

I couldn’t finish a Deepness in the Sky. It didn’t seem like the sci-fi was important - it was just a setting.

Also Iain Banks. One of his M-less books was on Play as an M and it’s the only non-pew fiction I’ve read in a long time, but I actually finished it.