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I remember when my next-door neighbor rented River City Ransom because he’d read about it in one or the other of the game magazines of the time (Nintendo Power or EGM or whatever)...the name gives no indication of the rollicking fun that ensues for a new player.

I play a few mobile games, and their monetization models fascinate me.

Lifehacker’s Beth Skwarecki lives in Pittsburgh, and she got her hands on one today and did a running Twitter thread about it. It’s a GREAT read.

Well, you’re hitting at the difference between “people I coexist with”, “people I actually like”, and “people who, if they needed a kidney and mine was compatible, would get my kidney.”

I do not like avocados, never have, and never will, so I have always appreciated the opportunity for schadenfreude that news about the avocadocalypse provides me on a soothingly regular basis.

Yeeeeah....that’s one of the main reasons I don’t really engage with Asatru/Heathenry chapters in places where I roam. They might as well be Klan rallies. I see them the way peaceful Muslims see al-Qaeda/ISIS and so-called “mainstream Christians” see the Gilead-humping Evangelicals.

During Pacers games, I could sit between Hitler and Stalin and if they are yelling at coach McMillan to let Myles Turner shoot more 3s and pick up the pace, I’m yelling along with them.

If junk food were per se addicted, to a degree where it created food exclusion in people who eat it, then I must be living with a frugivore lemur or other lower primate I never see at home who always leaves their bananas and oranges around.

Saying this as an autistic person with sensory problems that often include food...

And, like Marxism, all that gooey goodfeels disguises the fact that at the end of the day, there are still winners and losers and human nature is more Highlander than Kumbaya.

My rule of thumb is “order the pizza I can comfortably eat six slices of.” Because I know myself well enough to know I will uncomfortably eat the seventh and a few bites of the eighth because the Second Deadly Sin is near and dear to my heart.

Trump voters, six of one, half dozen of the other. I’m a Pacers fan. Indiana is...Indiana.

I have long been amazed by just how the light goes out of the expression of Christians I know as soon as I pluralize the word “gods” in conversation, because that’s my religious baseline (Nordic pagan) while their linguistic understanding of “god” is rooted in the First Commandment.

I’m a centrist (#YangGang) but have friends on both the Bolshevik left and the Nazi alt-right.

This was my thought. When food is out in the open for filthy hands and filthy people to get into, NO GOOD CAN COME OF THIS.

A teetotaler since August 14, 1996, this is my kind of draft, and all of my favorites are still on the board, so buckle up and welcome to Fox’s Fridge:

Metal and paper, fine. But 7 different kinds of plastic that not every place accepts, plus recycling bins in places like Starbucks where stuff’s going to be coffee-soaked but it’s supposed to be clean, and like I said in Seattle proper I can’t go to a friend’s house without worrying that if I put a given item in the…

I learned a long time ago that if you yell at someone, they’re not going to get the message...

At some point my caring about the environment takes a back seat to “if you’re going to give me a multiple choice test I may as well just throw it on the ground.”

In Seattle this is a fine way to get hit with a $50 fine from the garbage police.