The book was also really terrible, only different.

*Bumper gets pushed up into bedside*

You can pry my bread and tortillas from my cold dead hands. Bury me in burritos.

I don’t think the goal of Mario Party is to unlock and achieve things. It’s a party game. You get people together and beat each other over the head in silly minigames.

“It reminded me, unfortunately, of Altered Carbon, a Netflix series that looks cool and has a great premise, but is shallow as a puddle, uninterested in delving below the surface of the cyberpunk aesthetic to actually say much beyond “rich people are bad.”

that’s the world we apparently live in now, no one can handle anything privately. we have to drag every possible piece of bad behavior out for the world to see in order to entirely ruin someone forever. in most cases it’s justified, but in some of them it seems like little more than petty vengeance.

I feel extremely uncomfortable with public post mortems on intimate things like this.