On the opposite side of that is David Cook: “If we put too much light on this we’ll see through all the cracks.”

You know, I don’t listen to Mogwai for the lyrics - not that there’s a whole lot of them - but “Little Boy” from the “Atomic” soundtrack is haunting as crap for an instrumental.

I just saw Nick Cave in DC a couple weeks ago. He hasn’t played my favorite, Are You The One That I’ve Been Waiting For in many years (O we will know, won’t we? / The stars will explode in the sky / O but they don’t, do they? / Stars have their moment and then they die) but he did play Girl In Amber, which is…

Hello, fellow TK watcher. XD

I was there for that. I’ve learned so much from watching them, to the point that I felt a lot more comfortable taking care of a sick kitten. But I still took the sick kitten straight to the vet when there was a problem.

How utterly out of touch with reality can you be to go DAYS without…

Hell yes! (Okay, so the trick is ... NOT to use the upload or link in the dropdrown menu and just paste the link directly in the reply box. HOW INTUITIVE.)

The vanilla hunter quest for Rhok’delar was probably the most technically difficult in the game. If you didn’t know how to kite, you sure as shit had to learn. And bad enough when someone of the other faction purposely messed with you... a well-meaning soul who didn’t know any better would heal you and bam, reset the…

Riding into Feralas from Desolace, down the hill to the Colossals.

Ahhh, AV. Sitting behind a hill next to the covered bridge on the way to Frostwolf Keep, raining Volley down on Alliance until someone finally bothered to search me out, and racking up insane kill counts that way. Getting tired/bored and logging out for the night, and logging back in the following morning to find the…

While I played Doom as a teenager, the first time I played Doom 3, early on in the game you have to clear out a series of hallways. I retraced my steps knowing full well SOMEthing was going to respawn or jump out, and a metal ceiling tile behind me dropped and hit the floor, and I had just set myself up with surround…

Right? That did not compute. And I don’t have enough butter knives for peanut butter to just linger unwashed. Gotta make more PBJs.

I don’t care about crunchy or smooth as long as it’s the straight up peanut stuff and not peanut-flavored sugar.

Oh, bogus. And I’m going to a Nick Cave show next month, too.

Bayek is not Bayek without a beard!

Artist note: it always pleases me when I see fantasy artwork of women with real bodies, not impossibly tiny waists and gravity-defying titballoons.

I used to spend a loooot of time (and money) in the used bookstore there. That Wegmans has been gone for quite a while now, I think, but I haven’t been to that area in ages.

I live in an apartment complex that has a number of elderly people who want to remain independent, to the point that, over the years I’ve been here, I’ve seen several leave permanently by ambulance. I admire them, but it’s hard on their caretakers to constantly make sure they’re okay. One lady tripped in her bedroom…

GC grad here. I used to go to the playground where the Walmart on Chili & Howard is now.

Oh boy.

I have never felt the need to change mid-flight, but it’s standard procedure to have spare skivs in my carryon whether it’s short haul or long, because you never know when you might get stuck without your bag longer than planned...

Nah to the naysayers, this is perfectly acceptable Down South if you’re regular enough for someone to notice that your usual companion is absent. What would be rude is pursuing the subject if they choose not to acknowledge/respond.

Yep. Adopted a two month old kitten, and I made a point of handling him regularly, including his feet and his face. He’s pretty calm and gregarious to start with, but I can trim his claws and give him meds without a struggle.

Don’t make it about you.