Yeah, I’ll guide their food choices for now, thankyouverymuch. The “innate cues” of America’s adult bodies don’t even prompt us to eat healthily...the least we can do as parents is to try to establish the best habits possible. Horrible advice.

I just wanted to add that Sambuca & Black Sambuca Really good! 

The only good type of black licorice, salty licorice, is even more dangerous; it can literally cause paralysis. You need to eat a LOT, but it’s happened to a few people here in Sweden.

If it’s gonna kill me, I can think of way worse ways to go! Besides, wouldn’t that be an awesome story? “How...? How did Beth die?” “OD’d... on black licorice.”

Better yet: “I had a friend who OD’d on black licorice... and died.” “Tell me more...!” You would become immortal! 

I do have kids. Very well adjusted ones thank you.

Or...ya know...don’t buy them a smart phone?

Damn, that kid now has a permanent scar from this.

My network admin hat overrides my avid early adopter zeal. This sounds like a security nightmare. It’s hard enough keeping users from clicking bad attachments, bad links, and other security risks. Now the content is not only adaptive, perhaps innocuous during delivery, but only triggering malicious action later, it’s…

This is a mistake, and I have absolutely no confidence that this will work out well for anyone.

Email is one of those things that should definitely be Keep It Simple, Stupid.

AMP pisses me off so bad when I’m just browsing the Internet, whenever a page on my phone has broken comments sections or weird formatting issues I immediately check to see if it’s an AMP page. And of course there’s usually no easy way to get from the AMP page to the regular page. If I could disable it entirely I…

There’s no way my parents will identify a malicious fake dialog in one of these emails.

I don’t know shit about komputors, and that was literally the first thing I thought.

Yep. The programmers are so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.

This is completely idiotic. An e-mail is a fucking text message. We’ve been going down this path ever since HTML emails started becoming the norm, leading to tracking pixels, remote code injections from malicious retrieved resources, and so forth. By making emails more “interactive”, you’re essentially implementing a…

That was my 2nd game to rage quit. First was Duck Hunt - FUCK that dog, fuck him and his damn laughing...

That might have been it... and here I thought it was some Freudian association with early puberty. Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance was a particular bitch with glares. 

I agree. Every now and then I’ll go back and play an ancient game for nostalgia’s sake and it very rarely holds up. The game is the same but I’m not.

I’ve tried recapturing that old lovin’ feeling by replaying old games but... It’s really true what they say “You can never go back home.”  The circumstances that made those games so nostalgic is forever gone.  I can’t go back in time, mind and soul to what I was.  That’s simply impossible.  But you can sure as hell…

I just came here to say that the header image with the glacier GBA got me all hot and bothered. Suddenly I was a sixth grader again with no student debt.