I remember for a while back in the late 90’s maybe, a lot of kids would have one of those custom airbrushed shirts youd get at a flea market or county fair with their name in BIG BOLD and colorful lettering all the way across the front.

Little kids playing at their local park could easily be approached by a stranger saying, “hey joey! Your mom told be to pick you up. She’s in the hospital and we have to leave right now!” The panicked child follows the man who is seemingly confirmed sent by his mom because he knows his first name, forgetting anyone who’s not legally blind within a block of him also knows his name.

Luckily we don’t see much of that these days. Creeps are now limited to accessing merely every single detail of a child’s life because mom runs a Facebook or Instagram for their child.

Ours speaks in riddles but I’m really bad at riddles so I’m still unsure of why we hired him in the first place. The last town wizard conjured unspeakable entities and was really good at making balloon animals.

Here’s the thing tho. Nobody thinks about you even 1% of what you think they do. It seems like youre saying, “I need validation and want to be a part of the bigger world outside my own” which is totally fair. It’s even healthy, especially when compared to escapism and isolation. If your actions and behavior cause people to have a negative reaction, i.e. jealousy, obsessions, I encourage you to reevaluate what’s within yourself that desires that negative attention. People will think of you far far more if your behavior and actions gives those around you positive reactions. Trade the desire to make them jealous for inspiring them by being a healthy, upstanding rolemodel. Trade “I” statements for “you” questions. People crave and are drawn to those who show an interest in them, just as you admit to in this post. Make the world a better place, not a more anxious place and you’ll find all that attention you desire becomes a far more reasonably attainable goal.

Back in the mid 90’s, I won a “Rocko’s Modern Life,” t-shirt from a Nickelodeon contest. It was one where you’d have to call a phone # when his face would pop up in the bottom corner or something like that for like 10 seconds. Caller # whatever, could win the grand prize or whatever but I got a tee. Wore that shirt with pride all the fucking time.

My wife loves it and I hate it for the exact same reasons.

Granted this isnt a “Purchase,” but I married my wife. After that first sample, I was hooked and knew I wanted the whole woman forever. 6 years later, I got my best friend and gal of my dreams everyday.

It’s still crazy to me that this is the same program I used to browse CS zombie mod servers. There was no real store to speak of then.

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They’ll fire it up mere moments before you finally get the Go Oustide achievement.

At least not until that civilization ending gamma ray burst thats been traveling for millions of years lazers the fuck out of our atmosphere without warning.

Modded version of youtube app that let’s you kill all the ads, among many other wonderful features. However, every 6 months or so, youtube does something where the videos stop loading effectively killing the app. I usually switch between vanced and revanced every 6 or so months because one has so far always worked when the other gets the axe. By the time that one goes down, the other one is back up and running.

I recently asked ChatGPT “what’s a 5 letter word for a purple flower?” It confidently responded “Violet” there’s no surprise it gets far more complex questions wrong.

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It’s straight up magic gibberish to me. I’m a decently bright dude and have a highly technical job in a different field, but goddamn, that shit makes no sense to me. I am, however, very grateful for the enchanters and wizards in the art of digital tongue, for without them, I my be forced to sit in silence with my own thoughts rubbing two rocks together in a tree.

No… Not at all but what gave you that idea? Besides, everyone here enjoys medical debt or an undiagnosed ailment. Sometimes both if you’re lucky.

As an american, It’s easier when you convert football fields to watermelons and seconds to no healthcare. One you start thinking in terms of watermelons per crippling medical debt, everything clicks. You’re welcome.

I have a mailman joke but the delivery is bad.

I would LOVE to get one of those. I make a lot of custom rack mount panels for audio and video carts for film/television production and there have been too many times where I thought of some special part that could open up a whole world of entirely new build options for me but that thing/part just doesn’t exist. One day I’ll have one to play with… it’s high up there on the list.

Social anxiety is a bitch but a little bit of booze washes that little crippling demon away.