Bottom needs a gamer chair to prove that he’s a gamer. A gamer games 45% better with a gamer chair. That’s why they’re shaped 45% differently. Without a gamer chair, a gamer does not truly game. But it’s very important that they see it.

Thanks! Very kind of you to say.

Ah, the old Coon Hill Rd. special. Grew up near a wooded country road that was full of trash like this. People apparently came from all around the township to dump their trash and furniture up and down this road, and the county never bothered to clean it up. My family was never down with that, but my dad used to catch possums in his livetraps and relocate them on this exact road. I guess he didn’t know how beneficial it was to have possums around. Coon Hill may have been lined with trash, but it was likely 100% tick free.

I had to do a school project once where we took disposal cameras and snapped photos of things that we found beautiful, and things we found ugly. I knocked out almost all of the ugly ones just on Coon Hill, but I did snap a few beautiful ones off the beaten path a bit. It was in the dead of winter and mostly snow and rotting vegetation, but beautiful enough at the right time of day. There was a duality down Coon Hill.

I swear I wasn’t a redneck, but it sure sounds like it.

As a person who manages a produce department for a living, this is one of my favorite posts I’ve ever seen. All day long I’m surrounded by little faces and it’s kind of just a thing that only I pay any mind to.

Can confirm. I manage a produce department for a living and it blows my mind that we get 3-4 days in the wall cooler but 24 hours at home. Moisture control goes a long way.

Chemtrails are broadly believed to be nefarious chemicals that alter everything from weather (to facilitate global warming, not to prevent it) to human/animal hormones. While exhaust is no doubt harmful, when conspiracy theorists speak of chemtrails, they are speaking of shady government operatives intentionally loading the planes with experimental chemicals that are meant to be rained down onto the masses.

Shit’s embarrassing. I used to think I was such a clever person, but came across like a loser and a try-hard. Most of them got all of 2 likes, if any.

Immigration Canada wanted proof of my wife and I’s relationship, so we dumped a packet of printed call logs on them as thick as a novel. Skype certainly served its purpose.

PARATHOROLOPHUTH!!

My daughter and I saw a video on YouTube a few years back where a kid with a nasally voice and a bad lisp shouted “PARATHOROLOPHUTH!”, and now every time we see one on TV or in one of her books, we have to say it exactly like that.

Damn. I went to the dentist for the first time ever (37) and my dentist was awesome about it. She said if they’ve never bothered me, who gives a shit at this point. Fixed my cavities and told me I was awesome.

Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren’t using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read “Under Construction” and more. Same with midis. I’ll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime’s Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.

I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can’t remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.

The Russian language is definitely intimidating when spoken with a deep voice. It feels like the world is ending. Somewhat similarly, I’ve hired a few Ukranian women at work and while their language is quite flowery on the surface, when they get pissed off about something and start ranting to each other, you’ve got to get the fuck out of there or you’re going to be disciplined.

I saw a video once of a giant centipede devouring a live mouse, and it still fucks with me every time I think of it. I still remember that mouse’s eyes.

Centipedes are the absolute worst of the worst in terms of disturbing insects. I can’t even look at one without my brain vividly simulating the way all of those crispy little legs would feel clinging along the length of my arm.

I sustained a stress fracture of the fifth metatarsal completely at random last year. No trauma, no accidents, nothing. Went on a five-day drive and returned to go to work. A week later my foot started hurting really bad. I kept working on it and eventually saw a doctor. Misdiagnosed as plantar fasciitis, and continued to work on it with insoles. After a while I had to get an air boot. Before long it was x-rayed and turned out to be a stress fracture with no apparent origin.

The six month healing process was absolute fucking garbage and I would never do it again. Having nearly two months off of work was nice enough, but I couldn’t do much other than lay around elevating my foot. If I tried to get in my computer the pain in my foot would increase tenfold. Crutches to get around anywhere. Showered by laying spread eagle on the floor of the tub, blasting out my asshole with the shower head. Mornings were excruciating as the blood rushed to the fracture site and caused my foot to swell up big and purple. Genuinely the worst injury I’ve ever had to heal from. I never thought it would get better. I truly thought this was the new normal. You’d think a small stress fracture would be minor. Still hurts here and there but I’m about seven months out and doing a lot better than before.

Have to assume I’m just getting old, I guess.

Do you recall which ones scored the highest?

I’m interested in this one also. I like the look of it. Currently a long-time Pixel user, but I’m open to other options. It will take a truly good camera to pull me away, though.

Birds don’t know shit about microphones.

I’m almost certain I saw some dudes chilling here in the Lesser Zone.