OH MY GAWD. These people are too stupid to eat food.

I’m thinking a better diet would be “only food I have to grow/raise/catch/gather and prepare myself” (OO! I’ll call it the Megalithic diet! You also have to live in handbuilt huts and raise livestock!) but that takes out the lazy thinking that seems to be key to most of these crazy food orthodoxies.

YES OH THIS YES.

*washes brain*

I remember hearing about this, there was a mixup at the disc pressing plant, the bad discs were all over the place and IIRC they lost the Sony disc pressing contract?

Rez. Rez is still one of my favorite games ever, hands down. It hit all my console and arcade buttns precisely right.

Now I wish I had saved my story about Eastern European Fred Flintstone firing me from the shitty cafe near the country club over cutting off part of my finger. Dammit.

You know what’s really bothering me about this article? The fact that there are sections of gawker media that my great grandfather the Wobblie labor organizer would be applauding.

You know something sucks when a cable company mocks the level of customer service it provides.

I am that insane person, I make waitstaff wince, but I’m always fine.

Are you new here?

Y’know, I call bullshit on animal vibes being introduced in the 1980s. My granddad did business in Japan in the 1960s, and came home with stories about the the marital aid counters at department stores that included descriptions of things that sounded like rabbit vibes.

Actually, that outfit makes this one look frumpy and conservative.

I Puffy Heart with sparklies Mission burritos. Many was the time they fed me for two days as a starving young person working retail in the SF bay area. Weirdly, often the best ones I found were made by shops run by tiny permed Korean grandmas.

You need to learn how to eat those, dude. You pinch the end shut when you eat them. Hardshell tacos suck for this, of course, but panfried hardshells (put in hot fillings, fry, gently pry open to add just a little cold stuff, serve) are less guilty of this sin.

You need to get to Baja or, international travel not permitting, Baja-style taco places in SD county. Eat a fish taco on a corn tortilla. Then we’ll talk.

It is, sadly. Hi Internet!

Uh. I once saw a friend’s adolescent cat climb up on the couch by his head (he’d passed out watching tv), mount it, and fuck his ear, while his girlfriend and I stared in shock (“What? What is the cat doing?” “Is he..?” “I think so.” “Should we wake up T?” “Do you want to wake up T?” “Noooo...”).

Yeah, I’m fine, and it was. Gross does not even begin to cover it.

It could have been both. I know, though, that one time, my dad’s elderly cat had gotten used to me feeding her at a certain time every day. Then, I got super duper, stay in bed, miserable, feverish, sick. Elderly Cat came and snuggled up to me in my sickbed and when I didn’t immediately get up? She popped a squat and…