It’s a line from the movie Clerks

Better late than never.

Was there ever an investigation for the Tsunoda/Bearman thing?

Fried rice?

I drive a truck for work, my company tracks that statistic for me. 7,467 miles in my truck, in the last 30 days. Not as far as I could go, mathematically speaking, and not counting the miles I’ve done in my car or on foot in that time period. Probably rounds up to 8,000 total.

If this was the attack you were referring to, sadly technically it was a local cop that was shot, not an ICE agent. And the cop survived.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. First, I visited my wife’s grave. Then, I joined the army.

• John Scalzi, Old Man’s War

Yes.

To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis is the first book I’ve read since Hitchhiker’s Guide that actually made me laugh out loud repeatedly. It’s about a time-travelling historian who takes a vacation to Victorian England, and nearly ends the universe while trying to return a missing cat. The book’s part of a series, but this is definitely the most fun entry.

Man, it’s annoying seeing a headline starting with “Trump, 79” that doesn’t end with “dead”.

I hadn’t eaten yet; I’d originally packed a sandwich but now I’m thinking about steak.

For me, it’s eurobeat. But specifically, eurobeat while I’m driving my car. Ideally, doing something other than rolling down the interstate, merely holding my steering wheel straight for 20 minutes on my way to work.

It’s not exclusively eurobeat, but I use this playlist whenever I find the right road for wringing out my engine a little bit. Or if I realize I’m in a rush and I need to floor it. Sometimes both.

The Mist’s film adaptation has a better ending than the original story. King himself thought so.

They’re very much still around, they’re a title sponsor for Sauber in F1. And that’s not cheap.

29 here. Kinda consider myself between generations.

I smoke tobacco, albeit very, very seldomly. About two packs a year, tops, plus a proper cigar roughly every quarter. Never vaped. Can’t do weed, because my job is federally regulated and I get drug tested too often.

I used to drink rather heavily, especially during the pandemic - I’d put away a bottle of rum or vodka over the course of nearly every weekend. I still drink sometimes, but nowhere near as much or as often. Mostly taste-testing homemade wine batches, every couple months. It’s been about a year since the last time I got pandemic-levels of drunk.

My parents were reasonable. They were a bit wary of me wanting M-rated games as a kid, although they’d at least take the content warnings into account. The only game I remember them having a problem with was a Mortal Kombat game, though that was more from my 4-year-old brother wanting them to buy it for him. They were perfectly fine with buying me Halo CE when I was 7. Oh, also, my grandmother bought me Conker’s Bad Fur Day because she thought the squirrel on the cover was cute.

It was my sister who was strict about whatever media I’d consume. When we got an Xbox for Christmas, she turned on all the parental controls in the name of “protecting” her little brothers. She thought I was “too young” to play GTA when I was 10, even though she’s barely a year older than me. This domineering of hers extended to the TV as well, at least for a day, until my dad wanted to watch King of the Hill and the screen blacked out.

If I’m lucky, it’ll be the fact that I died. And the reputation I’d have to build to get that headline is hopefully gonna be a good one.

My cockatiel is the only one in this hypothetical flock that would scream my name, when any nearby human gets into an argument.

“She got too close, so I farted.”

Zac Brown Band, “Knee Deep”

Make the tax scale into an exponential multiplier. Two companies? Double taxed. Three companies? Your taxes are now cubed. So on and so forth.

Maybe subsidiaries of larger conglomerates should be taxed this way as well, take giants like Nestle and Unilever down a few pegs.