I love that one. My boy always sings the end as “I owe Anna shave”.

I have a buddy who has been singing 90% vowels for Pearl Jam for years. He’s covered them, he does karaoke, and sings in the car. It’s just aeiouy make me cry.

I think he started covering them that way back in high school in the 90s.

He talked shit to me so I decided to bitch slap him. Maidenless indeed!

Then he proceeded to give me a masterclass in getting my ass whooped. Repeatedly. Until I started a new fucking game because I couldn’t leave without him following me and beating the hell out of me.

How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!

We used to keep the light off in the tech bullpen. There were no windows but enough lights from the screens to keep people from tripping over themselves walking to their desks. Fucking director level POS hated it. When he didn’t have anything to do he’d come back there and loudly exclaim “I don’t see how y’all can work in the dark!”

It’s almost like different people work different ways and have different levels of comfort. I can deal with either just fine but damn, don’t just loudly pronounce shit and change the environment immediately. That absolutely stops pretty much everyone from working because they want to bitch about how it’s different now.

I think it was 50/50 not giving a shit about the comfort of others and wanting attention because he was as useless as a bag of used microplastics.

There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

Warriors, come out to pla-ay

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

Alcohol, caffeine, and adrenaline. That checks out.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.

I live and die by my pocket notebook and phone calendar.

I had a boss like this. Every so often when we had something that needed to be done I’d remind him of his previous idea (which didn’t exist) that we all thought was so good and he’s the bestest and smartest manager ever.

It was so easy to get whatever I wanted done.

Some of us live in BJ deserts where you can’t get good, quality BJs from home.

That’s not really extra. It’s like food. Absolute necessity.

I actually love a lot of things about our state. There are good people, there’s good food, there’s some really beautiful scenery, the music scene is crazy…I really like it here. I just hate the jackasses running the place.

DFW, Austin, and Houston account for a lot of people. All blue as fuck. If we could get people excited about something, anything, we could easily be purple.

Where in America? I don’t doubt it, I’m just not familiar with it. Is it possibly something that has fallen out as a slang term or incredibly regional?

Oh, how fancy. Look at the queen of England here, too good to eat parking lot veal.

It’s apple plus. I have no idea how any of their stuff is because it’s the only service I haven’t tried. But I’ve heard good things about their sci fi offerings.