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I'm just gonna assume it's a Ghosts & Goblins-style "start over now!" twist until I get there.

I just started in on Shovel Knight myself—it's so charming and difficult!

And that Roma guy America hit? Was democracy.

This is my favorite, due to the simplicity and absurdity of it:

No, I get that, definitely. I've just noticed that I do a lot better with the big stuff when I focus initially on the small stuff; it seems to build up a kind of metaphysical momentum in me that lets me tackle the bigger issues.

Hey, yeah, I really, really get this, P13. I recently started working from home, which some days (today, in fact) means doing a shit job of getting work done. That can lead to a spiral where you get paralyzed by your own sense of ennui and self-loathing, so I've started spending a few minutes during my personal

AJJ's Can't Maintain and Thundercat's Drunk—really dig Drunk. It's maximilist-but-microsized dream-pop with a weird AM radio vibe.

C. I'll resent it, but I know the game.

I also keep confusing him with the artist behind Tune-Yards, Merrill Garbus.

The fact that he looks like an acedia-afflicted Neil Hamburger (out of costume) is really throwing me off.

And the Dorkwadyssee.

The Spot.io test was amazing, and such a recognizable failure that it became immediately hilarious. It was like someone announcing "I'm going to build a house of cards!" then cracking a deck and stapling each one individually flat to the floor.

Oh my god, I love this story. Some years ago, before she was my girlfriend, my girlfriend texted me to see if I was in town because she thought she saw someone driving through our hometown singing along to The Sunset Tree and she assumed it was me.

I saw a guy wearing an A7X t-shirt this weekend. He sharked my game of cornhole and listened to loud music over a Bluetooth speaker he brought to the brewery. Draw your own conclusions.

Nope to that, exactly. I do sing in my car, but I own it, dammit, and I'm only a nuisance at stoplights.

Yeah, I get the sudden-exhalation thing, but it's like pooping: you keep it as quiet as possible & everyone's happy.

Recently, people have begun taking the exercise machine next to me and singing along with their headphoned-in music and it's fucken weird. That's all I have to say, other than that it happening in a bathroom would be even more off-putting.

Ooh, a Southern Tier I've not had! Thanks!

And the first generator of barberbots*!

Lord, that child is going to grow up into the most reactionary Republican of her generation.