It should have been a flying whale.

Oh, some of them need laughed or yelled at, for certain.

I, however, need continued employment.

Poker face.

No matter what I am thinking internally, it does not show externally. Essential skill for customer service.

He still owes me money.

Unused characters become my NPCs.

People were in an uproar over “indoctrination” by the game. If your child can be convinced to join the army by playing that game… maybe it’s for the best.

Corporate greed sold as freedom.

So… yeah.

So I did the tuxedo thing when I left a job. Security wanted photos.

I told security that there are only two ways to leave if you know it’s going to be your last day: Head held high and dressed to the nines, or carried out by as many security guards as possible.

They thanked me for choosing the former.

This new version of them was not someone I could hate.

We were completely new people, so it felt like the “us” from before were gone. There was no need to hold onto any of the hate.

I met one during college. We were both very different people by then and went out for lunch.

While there were no apologies (there were lines crossed by both of us), there was closure.

There was a post a few weeks ago referring to seals as “300kg cats with the emotional stability of a toddler and the morals of a seagull.”

So… yeah.

I feel attacked.

Due to scheduling conflicts, my “weekly game” has been delayed a month. I have nothing written down.

For a second I thought the next Pokémon game went Grimdark.

I hadn’t known a thing about this until last year.

I was a 0/10 until college, though I have improved quite a bit over the past few decades using tabletop role-playing games. I can now keep several blobs in my head and know the general distances between each.

I’m still flummoxed with colors and definition, but I’m happy with what I have.

My favorite is “skratch labs”, though it is… gatorade-adjacent.

Emperor Norton of America