Everyone has that one friend who’s boot up screen looked like a dense metropolis.

“Who took the DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISC?!?”

“Tail of a lizard, eye of a newt…”

I had this idea decades ago. A racing game that only uses mundane and forgettable vehicles. Like a Ford Fiesta vs a Chevy Cavalier wagon.

Remember when printers wouldn’t even warn you that the ink was out? They would just give you a weird magenta ghost of what you were trying to print.

The OS, NeXTStep, would be used as the foundation for OS X when Steve returned to Apple and threw out the entire MacOS codebase due to bugs, legacy cruft, and laughable security.

It’s why macOS has the Dock of icons across the edge of the screen to this day.

“Floppy Drive A: would like to send you notifications.”

I fucking thought it was just a shopped photo of Dan Aykroyd and Danny DeVito!

The funniest part of this is the saloon-style sliding doors.

In a manner of speaking.

My son’s diapers have a bright yellow tab on the back to tape it closed. I can feel which side is which.

I still screw it up sometimes.

LoFi Charmeleon. Interesting idea.

An exception-al gift.

Huh, that’s my family’s coat of arms.

Should only be printed on slammers.

Life was better in the ‘90s.

“ThIs Is WhAt LiBeRaLs WaNt!!1”

Yep, those are night terrors. Settle in, because they could continue for years.

My three-year-old still randomly bolts up and demands to: go outside, play with toys, use the toilet, etc. he will claim it is morning and that he should wake up. He starts putting his bed away even though it’s pitch black outside. All while screaming his lungs out.

He seems to be wide awake, but he isn’t. His brain is doing this to develop the pathways needed to create a sleep cycle. He responds to my presence too, just in a completely irrational way. Like I’m part of the dream. Then just as suddenly as he started, he stop fighting me and just sits there for a moment before falling over and going back to sleep.

They used to go on for up to an hour, now they will graciously stop after 15 minutes. It was pretty frightening at first, but now it’s just a matter of making sure he doesn’t destroy his room or hurt himself by flopping all over the place.

“ALL THE THATCH-ROOFED COTTAGES!!”