Ordering fries well done won’t necessarily save you.

Religion has a major guiding hand on what kind of people its followers turn out to be.

Shortly after 9/11, there was a charity basketball game at the Boston Garden* in which teams of first responders from the Boston police and fire departments squared off against their New York counterparts, the proceeds from ticket sales and donations going to relief efforts after the attacks.

Sylvia Plath was a hundred liters of crazy in a one-liter bottle.

“ridding itself of free radicals and toxins”

I’m a cranky person by nature, as a middle-aged man who lives alone. I like quiet.

It’ll be interesting to see how this subgenre develops, where the sweet spot is between “not as complex as a city builder but not so simple that it gets boring too quickly.”

The problem with 2K21 specifically is that shots out of a salad aren’t radically different mechanically from shots off the middle of the fairway. They’re so close as to be identical, which breaks immersion and realism.

On Steam, they get Mixed reviews, but I absolutely love the work of Gaming Minds Studios (makers of the Patrician and Port Royale series plus Rise of Venice, Grand Ages: Medieval, and Railway Empire.)

I absolutely loved Phantasy Star III when I was a teenager, a game that got beaten to death by the critics for not being as good as either the game that came before it or the one that followed it. (the first Phantasy Star is one of those lost classics because it came out for a system nobody in the US played.)

That’s true of golf video games in general. You can be in deep rough reminiscent of Pebble Beach’s rough from the 2019 US Open, but the game will tell you (either in the HUD or, if you’re playing on ultra-hardcore difficulty settings and disabling the range-finding assists, through experience) what kind of carry…

“deny medically necessary treatment to LGBTQ patients over religious, moral...”

“OpenTTD | PC, Mac”

Monopolies are bad for everyone.

My week starts off with me awaiting news of a start date on a new gig—I say “gig” rather than “job” because it’s the partest of part-time, 20-30 hours a month, but it pays $3 more an hour than I made at my last job and except for popping into their office in Fremont one day a month, it’s “remote with a deadline”, not…

I’m pretty sure that anyone who’s having a wedding at Mar-a-Berchtesgaden implicitly invited Hitler.

I’m pretty sure white people aren’t eligible for the Sexiest Bald Man award.

Look the other way, supply condoms, and let them celebrate Eostre in old pagan style?

Or my love of obscure simulation games? We unconventional types need Luke now more than ever!

Well hot damn, I learned something today.