

I sooo wanted to rewatch that. But I just cannot get past the special effects these days. I thought it was great when it was on, now it’s unwatchable for me. It’s like, Playstation 1 cutscenes: the show.
I sooo wanted to rewatch that. But I just cannot get past the special effects these days. I thought it was great when it was on, now it’s unwatchable for me. It’s like, Playstation 1 cutscenes: the show.
I don’t know. I live a good female lead. Ripley, Furiosa, Marge Gunderson. There’s so many, that’s just the first three that come to mind. Half the time when I’m playing Fallout, it’s female characters.
There are definitely bad female leads in things, too. Just like there are bad male leads. Like, Borderlands 3, basically unplayable. I never finished it. And I really want to be clear, the characters aren’t bad because they are women, they are bad due to poor writing. That game had such potential, but it felt like the script was written entirely by highschoolers.
It’s from The Room, it’s a fantastic movie
A lot of people can get a good handle on the cut segment of the course, but when it comes to the uncut they seem to slip right through the cracks.
Thank you. Thankfully, she didn’t pass from covid, it was the culmination of her dementia. She didn’t even know there was a pandemic going on. Covid did affect me visiting her, but I did still get to say goodbye we. I was even one of the 10 people allowed at her funeral. She hadn’t been well for a long time, and it was really unfortunate that she didn’t pass before the pandemic, and more of her relatives would have been able to be there and we could have really celebrated her. I loved her dearly, and she deserved so much more.
Ah, I do recall that tale from my old life in that place. The beforetimes.
It’s just minor radiation exposure. Only 3 mSv. That’s barely 30 chest X-rays, or 150 seven hour flights!
Wait… dickS?
My father was a penis inspector, like his father before him. He had to work for years at a penis factory to get by, working long, hard hours. All while taking penis inspection classes at night. When he finally graduated, he said it was so satisfying to tell his boss he was quitting, and that from now on he would be inspecting his work. He went on to be the best penis inspector in our county, and oversaw Penis Inspection Day at 4 public schools and 7 private for over three decades.
The fact that they think they can automate this entire proud profession with one scanner in a public bathroom is an insulting joke. It’s a single camera! How will it check the underside of the shaft for melanoma? Can it check the foreskin for proper length and cleanliness?? How does it check erection durometer? Not to mention urethral diameter. For fuck’s sake.
I loved lockdown. I had so much stuff in my chest freezer I got to use, we both lost a bunch of necessary weight due to actually following serving sizes. I beat like, three games in my backlog. Didn’t have to visit anybody, didn’t have to leave the house. I worked from home, and worked enough to pay off my student loans and buy two luxury watches. Plus donate to my alma mater’s fund for students stuck on campus. That was after my month long furlough, that is. Where I spent my time baking and cleaning and painting and every week I trimmed my facial hair into worse and worse creations to annoy my wife. We got an inflatable hot tub. I set up a project in the basement. We got a dog. It was one of the best years of my adult life.
Only downside is my grandma died.
I’m surprised I don’t see Battlestar Galactica or Star Trek Next Generation here yet.