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Probably needed to escape them with \

I've always liked guns (some of the mechanics at play in some are fascinating, the wackier ones are like a rube goldberg machine inside), never wanted one in the house because of depression. now, it's looking like eating a 12 gauge sandwich is, in fact, probably going to be the better way out, eventually. I'm trying to put it off as long as possible until my choices are "get a gun now or you won't be able to later, at all".

yeah I'm gay and am on the autism spectrum, between that and being a leftist "parasite" (food stamp recipient), I've largely resigned myself to my fate as well. But I'm not going to fucking El Salvador or any other memory hole he shoves people into. I'd rather die on my front lawn.

the only thing that stops me from getting rats is the short lifespans. I love dogs, and ~10 years is already too short. Dealing with that every two would just break me.

I guarantee you that would not work, because I went through cyber schooling as a kid long before covid was a thing and they tried the same with me when I procrastinated and played games instead of doing my work. They locked it down progressively more and I kept breaking out until finally, they gave me a computer so locked down you couldn't open task manager, command prompt, safe mode had a password...

I was back to full access in <3 days. At the age of like 12. And apparently, the school's IT department basically said "we can't lock it down any more or else he wouldn't be able to do work on it, either". And then they gave up.

In short, that will not stop a crafty enough, stubborn enough kid. Guaranteed.

Higher than giraffe titties, huh?

... I can't tell if you're being facetious or not, but those are probably the red pegs you actually stick into the battleships in the game when your ship is hit. this is actually the box art from 1967, furthermore, I can remember seeing it before the age of slop came upon us.

I'd go so far as to posit that there's no such thing as a "broken escalator", that Mitch Hedburg had it exactly right; it is merely a phase transition to stairs, unless the escalator was like, torn in two -- you wouldn't call ice "melted ice" after it melts, you'd (usually) just call it water. Same shit. An escalator merely has a phase change directly into being stairs if it "breaks", unless the escalator was so violently broken it could no longer be considered stairs, either.

Yeah, but book Bond and movie Bond are two rather different Bonds. I think Timothy Dalton probably got closest to depicting the literary Bond onscreen, but in so many words: the books are a fair bit darker in tone than some of the movies, and secondly (something Dalton thankfully did not channel), they're exceedingly racist. Yes, even more racist than You Only Live Twice let's-make-Sean-Connery-Japanese racism. One chapter of Live and Let Die set in Harlem NY is titled, I shit you not, "[n-word] Heaven".

I like that, even in-universe, in 1964, Bond's first reaction to that name is "I must be dreaming". So it's not like the filmmakers weren't aware of how absurd that name is. They just didn't give a shit.

The Oblongs was fun.

Drawn Together was awful, but a trashy-yet-fascinating kind of awful, and definitely qualified as unhinged.

oh, and superjail, and squidbillies. 1000%, superjail and squidbillies, someone else should've mentioned these by now, I hate to this day that I can still remember them.

Shit, most of Adult Swim's lineup was either syndicated fox series, anime, or completely fucking duck tits insane.

you can't make me