

Also, car shifter boots.


Also, car shifter boots.


I’m in my late 20s. I live in rural Texas, but I’ve got friends all over this hemisphere. Only one of my friends ‘owns’ a house, and at the moment, he’s only been able to afford it by renting out all the spare bedrooms. I don’t know how he managed to scrape together a down payment. Everyone else I know is renting.
edit: plenty of my family members have houses, some even paid off, but I cut contact with nearly all of them years ago.


My mother did, a few years ago. She won’t tell me the offer she got (aside from it being “a lot” higher than what she’d initially paid, but I don’t know that price either), but she regrets it, now that she’s seen what her house was later re-sold for.
I was always vaguely aware of it growing up, but I was never much of an anime watcher. Loved the theme song though, even out of the show’s context.
I didn’t sit down and watch it until 2021, when I was in my mid-20s. Loved every minute of it. The only other anime I’d watched before that was Initial D, a few episodes of Speed Racer, and an old Gundam OVA, but I forget which one. Kaguya-Sama was coming out around then too, but I think I got around to that a bit later.
Didn’t get around to End of Evangelion for another couple of years, when my local movie theater held a special screening. Now that was a fantastic experience… aside from watching the scene in the hospital room, projected on a 50-foot screen.
A gum/cheek tissue infection, when one of my wisdom teeth erupted. Pericoronitis.
My jaw was in so much pain I couldn’t move it. I ended up tying a bandana around my head to immobilize it. None of the medications I had on hand worked; took me several hours to get to an emergency room for proper painkillers. But even those weren’t much help; it took days for antibiotics to have an effect.
A close second would be a case of hiccups, the day after I was in a serious car crash. My pectorals were on fire.


The Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged. That’s the title of the show, I’m dead serious. A cast of three, trying to ram their way through all of Shakespeare’s works within two hours. Sonnets included. It’s hilarious.
OCD by Neil Hilborn. His performance has to be seen.


Probably music licenses expiring. The game’s soundtrack has a lot of prog rock in it.


Eh, it was delisted a couple years ago because of expired music licenses. Game was banned in the UAE upon release though.
Still worth a playthrough. That game was the whole reason why I knew Deep Purple was a band.
And this is also like the third comment in a row I’ve made about the game lol


The snarky answer is I drive an 18-wheeler, but I wish I was just driving my car.
My “daily” in this case, is a 2016 Ford Focus 1.0T hatchback. As far as my car needs go, it’s perfect. All the cargo space I regularly need, manual transmission to not be boring, Ecoboost package for fuel economy. I’m keeping this thing until it dies, or I die. But I only get to drive it about 30 miles a week, tops.
I just wish we got the wagon version in the US; I’ve frequently slept in this car, but even with the seats folded down, there’s not enough room for me to lay flat in the back.
Aa for other cars I wish I drove? I’d want something else in addition to my Focus, to cover the kinds of driving it can’t do. Some kind of dedicated, high-end sports car, maybe with a convertible roof. Or some kind of 4x4 for off-roading.


The Last Ship: The crew of a US Navy destroyer is faced with a new reality, as a pandemic wipes out nearly all of humanity.
Basically, mix together the good parts of Battlestar Galactica and The Walking Dead, and distill it down to five seasons, 56 episodes, with no filler.
The whole show moves at a breakneck pace in the best way; for instance, the virus that kicks off the show’s plot is cured just nine episodes in. Most of the following seasons’ underlying plot revolves around the struggles just to mass-produce and distribute said cure.
It’s a username that stands out, doesn’t require any leetspeak to be legible, and it has yet to be already taken whenever I create an account somewhere.
I didn’t realize until recently, several years after I started using the name everywhere, that the name comes from a professional wrestling trope.
I just… did my own thing, by myself. Had my own car, a tank of gas, and some cash in my wallet. No concrete plans when I woke up that morning.
I ended up spending most of my 18th birthday at the zoo, just wandering around at my own pace. Whenever my folks would take me before that point, we’d always end up trying to speedrun the whole place, spending no more than a minute at each exhibit, if we’d stop at all. And without spending a single cent on anything other than admission.
I spent two hours just hanging out in the zoo’s walk-in aviary, feeding seed sticks and nectar cups to parrots. Best birthday ever.
She realized far, far sooner than I did, that we’d made better friends than lovers. By the time I figured it out myself, we’d already split up and gone our separate ways. I haven’t seen her since, aside from one kinda shitty night where she’d cheated on her boyfriend… with my roommate. And that was several years ago.
I’ve been coming back to a eurobeat mixtape Hyundai put out a few years ago, playing over footage of a Nordschleife endurance race. Just playing the whole video, start-to-finish.
Jessa Stebbins’s music is great on its own, I’ve got a lot of her tracks on my own playlists already, but this arrangement combined with the sounds of revving engines and squealing brakes in between songs, adds another layer to everything.


My usage is pretty high - currently up to 40 gigabytes for January. I tend to do 60-70 per month, mostly thanks to music streaming without a ton of local storage. I broke 100 gigs in December though; more than once, I found myself wasting my holiday breaks watching Instagram reels.
I also travel for work, hardly any of this usage was over wifi.
Plus, having watched Breaking Bad makes all the references/shoutouts in BCS even better.


Guilt by association. Or rather, actually, proximity.
One day, when I was in middle school, there was a food fight. Nothing climactic like you’d see in the movies, just a few boys sitting at the same table throwing French fries at each other, escalating to M&Ms. Someone’s half-pint of milk got knocked over. Faculty was quick to shut it down and issue punishment.
Rather than considering who started the fight or who escalated it, the teacher decided to simply drop the hammer on everyone seated at the table, equally. Including myself and three other kids, who weren’t in the fight at all.


I used to work a job with a 3-day work week, 12-hour shifts. 36 hours a week, company paid for 40. This was also physical labor, not an office job.
Four-day weekends were nice and all, but commuting during the week was brutal. After work, I’d have just enough time to drive home and go straight to bed, waking up just in time to go back. I honestly debated sleeping in my car sometimes, just so I could get more rest during the work week.
In my trucking career, one of my past jobs had me on a 4 days on/4 days off structure, which sounded nice on paper. But that company had a ton of behind-the-scenes problems that made things more stressful than they were worth. I would often have to work a fifth calendar day to end my rotation at home, and I never made anywhere near the money that company claimed I would.
I drive a truck for work; the radio is absolutely a lifeline for me. Usually just local weather/traffic updates for whatever city I’m passing through, maybe the news if I stumble upon an NPR station in time for All Things Considered. I stick to my music/audiobooks all other times though.
Unless I’m passing through home. Listening to my hometown stations helps me get out of “work mode” at the end of my rotation.