This is my shocked face.
Oh wait, my mistake. this is my disgusted face. Silly me, that’s not the least shocking from him.

As someone who’s experienced two broken legs after a car ran a red light , one of them a snapped femur, all I have to say is UGH.

I’d say they’re insane to undergo something so awful, but then I’m already 1.89m tall, so I can’t speak to the pressure someone short might face, or I suppose more importantly, think they face. That’s some serious body dysmorphia they’re dealing with; I hope that this at least helps them with that.

Ha! Seattle PD are worthless. Took them five months to even bother contacting me. Then crickets.

So no, nothing happened, but at least with the Seattle PD I didn’t expect it either.

Haha yeah.
Once when bicycle touring an older lady cornered me and kept grilling me on what method I was using to stay hydrated. I was puzzled by her repeated questions and eventually said, “Oh! I use a method honed to perfection by 500 million years of vertebrate evolution.”

She looked puzzled a moment, so I clarified: “I drink when I’m thirsty.”

She stomped off in a huff.

I misread that title and now I need to know more about fairytale welding.

I always have a well balanced breakfast of coffee and more coffee.

As I started reading the article, I had the genuine question, “What the hell is X-Men 97?” This guys sounds like a bitter douche and keeps harping on about it.

Eventually I recalled it was the recent cartoon series.

Replaced my old 90s Peugeot mountain bike with something more modern in 2010 because I thought the four mile commute to work might be fun.

Then I discovered how much I like long distance riding. Ended up liking it so much I rode the Seattle to Portland yearly event five times.

Then I ended up riding across the continent from Seattle to central Florida while laid off, just because it seemed like it’d be fun. (It was!) Eventually was commuting 20+ miles to the new job, though I did take the train in the mornings, I’m not that much the masochist.

Now I’ve got 39 titanium implants because some asshole ran a red light rather than look up from his phone, snapping my left femur, breaking my pelvis, turning my left tibia and fibula into a jigsaw puzzle, and exploding my right femur’s condyle, so that little whim to try commuting by bike didn’t lead to only sunshine and roses.

On the other hand…because I did have the thought 13 years previously that commuting to work by bike might be fun, I was in such extraordinary shape when the car hit me that even though I’m in my mid 50s, I went from wheelchair to walker to cane in months, and was back on the bike within a year.

“I should try commuting to work by bike!” Hoo boy, what a ride—if you’ll forgive the pun—that little notion set in motion.

Let’s see, Wheaton was around 14, Stewart in his forties back then if I recall correctly, it’s bee a few decades…yeah that math about adds up.

I do feel a bit older now, but that’s to be expected, I’m now in my 50s so it kinda goes with the territory. I know I’m supposed to act shocked at these sort of things, but they generally just make me shrug and remind that getting older is better than the alternative.

Man, they are really panicking.

If you’re out bike touring, KOAs almost always have spots set aside for cyclists to camp. Both KOAs and state parks are really useful for showers and clothes washing. Was genuinely surprised how many state parks had both when I toured across the U.S.

If you’re in Washington state, the state parks are legally required to find room for you to camp if you rolll up on a bike and they’re otherwise full.

Yeah, this hits home all right. I’m Gen-X, and while I always got by OK on a very low income even here in Seattle, it was entirely due to have a very modest lifestyle and the sheer luck of that rarest of Seattle unicorns, reasonable rent.

The stars aligned, and over the course of only a few years I’ve suddenly moved into a very comfortable 6 figure salary, and oh holy jebus words cannot express how much stress just…evaporates…when you’ve got enough to cover all expenses and easily sock away some money too.

Of course, that was promptly replaced by a new stress, the realization that I might just possibly thread the needle and end up with a comfortable retirement—not rich mind you, just not in penury—but I now had to save, save, save, save, save.

Work affords me access to both a 403B and a 457B, which has helped immensely in my quest to get savings built up appropriate for my age bracket, but all that anxiety is back now that I’ve got a retirement fund that was on track, but now the orange twitiot is doing his damndest to wreck our economy, likely for good. I’m just waiting to watch everything I’ve invested go up in smoke. It’s nerve-wracking, but hey, at least I’m Gen-X and know exactly what it’s like to live with existential dread. After a childhood fearing nuclear holocaust at any moment, this new anxiety is practically a cakewalk!

Oh, who am I kidding? It still sucks.
Fuck.

I don’t know if Pente is being published by anyone any longer, but it’s a similar modern game that had its moment back in the 70s and early 80s. The board and pieces would be trivial to reproduce.

It’s a lot of fun with surprisingly complex strategies arising from very simple rules.

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…And nothing of value was lost.

I’d much rather drive the Miata. There’s a reason that when I was forced to purchase a car after almost 20 years without one, I opted for a Miini Cooper. Sure, they’re cute, but I was ecstatic to look it up and find it was only about an inch larger than my first car, a 1983 Renault Alliance MT.

Small cars rule.

That man has dementia.

A clean poop? That runny mess looks more like she was marking her territory.

“…some of which they argue are undermining democratic norms.”

That there is known as a “load-bearing clause,” and Newsweek should know better than to put it under such heavy strain. The entire article is likely to collapse—much like the media’s collective spine—if it gives way.

Oh dear God, I am so so so very tired of saying “What a fucking moron,” every goddam time I see a headline with his name in it.

I was over it four years ago and it feels like some cruel joke that I’m saying it again day after day.