“Stride” is presumably a direct translation of “step” from whatever language the spambots are being programmed in, just inappropriately translated. I’m assuming it’s from Russian or something.

Oh right, I (clearly) didn’t know his real name. Weird hobby, guess it paid well enough. My grandmother was a big fan.

It's actually a hard decision to make, which is worse: Jann Wenner's entire existence and influence on the world, or Steve Miller's music? It's like choosing cancer or AIDS.

I fucking well will. It's shit.

Huh, I had to look that up and that is awesome and increased my respect for Miles (although that was already at ceiling).

Also Grey Owl!

I'm not a woman or a man attracted to stride mothers, but when I saw the number on the paycheque, I couldn't believe my eyes! Uh… mm-hm?

Yeah, several of the non-duel bosses were insanely hard. Henry Plummer (the guy who tosses dynamite from above) was horrible for me, and the one in the sawmill yard was brutal, until I figured out I could just hide in this little place in one corner and toss dynamite. And the final one where you’re in the circle…

I’ve never played NetHack, but I have like 10-20 other roguelikelikes, and I pretty much never play any of them except Isaac (although I did put in a few dozen hours to Dungeon of the Endless last year). Whatever I play, I just keep going back to Isaac. I’m sure when I play NetHack I’ll like it lots… and then go back…

Now I watched the clip. The Empire was too strong. Something something Forrest Whitaker.

It is when it's you dying from my masturbation.

I have not watched this clip yet, but I'm still commenting. I'm just a rebel that way.

Life got in the way of playing many games for a couple of weeks, but this week I've been properly lazy and getting an hour or three in most days. Hooray for having completed a couple of projects!

A friend and I started SOTC about 5 years ago but we were so stoned we couldn't get past the first five minutes - something about needing to use your sword to open something or something? I should get back on that at some point.

The merch table is… for merch, usually.

Jesus truly does know all.

No, no, her "room mate".

That… is surprisingly non-terrible.

You deserve… a cake, maybe? A medal? Something, anyways. Good job.

I'm still twitching. Nothing to do with Boypussy, it's just this thing I do.