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I was about to say the opposite. They somehow made it uglier.

I've been trying to write a memoir and this is legitimately true. I have basically no concrete memory of my childhood, but when I start writing what I do remember it opens some floodgates. Admittedly I still have to fill in a lot of gaps with what I think is funniest.

Sad to see this sort of behavior in other countries. Here in the US boomers will pass out from rage if they see a cashier sitting on a stool.

I've never had a download tagged as SuccessfulCrab that wasn't malware. I don't know enough about them to know if that's their fault or the indexers'.

I haven't seen the movie, but the book is very detailed about how the death march is tearing apart their bodies and minds. Some basically sleepwalk and get the tiniest fraction of rest. But even those that do are driven insane.

I'm not really a fan of most of King's work, but The Long Walk is worth a read even if you don't like his other stuff.

I was thinking of Norm Macdonald's monologue when he got to host SNL after being fired.

Make sure you get the original version of Ghost in the Shell. I recently decided to rewatch and could only find my 2008 remaster DVD, where they replaced some scenes with CGI. It was absolute trash, and my DVD didn't seem to have the unaltered version available.

Gattaca and Children of Men are still my top two. Absolute masterpieces that should be seen by everyone.

Basically, yeah. I didn't plan for it to be a metaphor for capitalism / climate change, but it ended up there.

I'm writing one about a world where the bones of the dead can be compressed into blocks of fuel, powering an industrial revolution. However, burning the compressed bones releases the ghosts of those within as amalgamations that kill anyone on the streets after dark. Obviously there was a push to stop using it once the danger was discovered, but factories and rich folk didn't want to give up cheap fuel, so everyone's stuck with the killer smog whether they personally stop or not.

The story itself is about a detective trying to figure out how a robbery occurred in the middle of the night.

Tofu has been ridiculously cheap here lately, but I'm in the soybean/corn belt. It's been pretty great, honestly. "Real" proteins are a minimum of $6 per pound for the worst cuts, so getting tofu for roughly $1 per pound has been incredible. I just wish my spouse liked it as much as me and my kid do.

The science seems to indicate this has the potential to fix a lot of illnesses, but I am beyond skeptical of anyone claiming that it can cure mental illness. Especially something as complex as bipolar disorder.