Ok, I can get that not everyone knows that coffee off-gasses CO2. I roast at home, (Using an industrial colander in my oven) and the satisfying POP of the sealed container and burst of gas is downright entertaining when I crack a canister of something I sealed immediately after roasting.

If the shirt isn’t long enough to past my rear end, the first time I bend over or kneel that shirt is going to rise like the sun.

My children cry or insult me, my dogs bark at me, and nobody recognizes me outside of immediate family when I shave the chin.

TL;DR (actually I did, very thorough examination of the pitfalls of any corporate environment with many voices trying to please a diverse gamebase, with a deficit of functional tools to do the job)

Looked at We3, reminds me of Robert Mason’s Weapon/Solo books, except with animals. I’ll check them out more thoroughly later.

My Uncle wrote and unsuccessfully shopped around a book about dogs escaping/rescuing laboratory experimentation in the late 80's... not from a youthful reader point of view.

My Uncle wrote and unsuccessfull shopped around a book about dogs escaping/rescuing laboratory experimentation in the late 80's... not from a youthful reader point of view.

I dislike VR, I have bad joints, the headset would just accelerate the wear of aging on my poor neck.

The dancing was fantastic though. 

I can agree with you that I miss the alerts in the sense of giving people a push in the direction of something to do. That moment of indecision that drags on for 30 minutes because someone doesn’t offer a choice is a real pitfall for some people.

It’s a vast improvement over the “80 Endo and 13,ooo Creds!”

The early 90's...

I’ve been disabled since I was a kid, already in SSDI’s database... so more like the cost of 2 shoulder reconstructions, 2 spiral fractured feet, a crushed main hand, constant sprains, a shit ton of MRIs, Xrays...

Gotta take it to the next level... Full spiral cut. ONE slice of pizza, one inch thick, all the way to the center.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention!

I used an old tire myself back when I had to do this... which encouraged me to always have a tow rope in the truck forever more. 

Started at 6'5", topped out at a thick 285 in my early 20's. Got down to a lanky 210-230 for a good 10+ years, Pretty damn thin. Wear 38 waist jeans

We claim 6 on our taxes, (3 kids, and my Mother in law living on my dime)

Witnessed a skinny 10 year old beaten by 5 football players from Grant High school on the 42nd avenue/Hollywood district train platform, just after Portland’s MAX line opened up in 1986. Slammed him against the steel rail fence repeatedly, cracked the back of his skull, gave them lifelong constant headaches.