Greatness requires sacrifice

What? I loved that nook. Just head there when your damage exceeds 90 to get an extra few hits after you survive a massive ricochet, or get a surprise kill off of an up smash as their muscle memory fails them

I’ll write with all the nuance of Michael meyers in an orphanage, if I think it’s a little funi

I’ve basically ceased listening to music, so if this is a song, it’s fallen out of memory.

But anyway, It’s not fear, it’s exasperation at my limited daily free time being sectioned by someone else. The comic doesn’t reflect my personal feelings. (Pretty poem or lyrics)

Never a thing? It seems like you’re conflating what I have to do with what I want to do. I want freedom to answer at the time of my choosing. Doesn’t mean I’ll always get it, but that’s what I prefer

Text- respond whenever

Call- attention now

It’s a call to responsibility, and I hate those

I buy one smartphone per decade. Why would I want to lease it instead?

At least gpus will finally cease their breakneck price climb, I say, for the 800th time over the last two decades.

Show her your carabiners. Women love carabiners

I’m doing one better. I busted out the old Xbox and kh2 final mix.

If this had been done out in the open, they might have been able to get a solid number of users to agree to use their filter. The secretiveness is the only thing I take issue with, personally.

Well, that was the push I needed to start searching for more sources for information. Getting cockblocked as I’m trying to learn is just not something I’ve ever expected to happen.

It does not beat me. We are equal in points. However, I understand that I cannot know how someone drives based solely on an internet rant, you absolute goober.

I am not full of myself, I respond to abrasion

They occupy a pretty unique space both economically and socially. It would be an mba move to have them try to diversify too hard. Getting them up to date on certain coding practices feels closer to helpful, from my pov

Nintendo is doing and will continue to do gangbusters. They’re the Apple of video games. They aren’t screwing themselves, just you.

I apologize if this comes off as rude, but you’re currently incapable of extrapolating enough information to have a conversation about how to drive. I assuredly hold fewer or equal points on my decades old license, likely maintain distance better than you do, and drive more defensively than you do.

Cease attempting to look out for people while looking through the lens of someone speaking out of frustration about street racers and geriatrics. You do not even understand enough to ask questions.

Please do. Sitting behind slow moving, hesitant, unpredictable drivers is agony. I imagine you choose not to use your blinker, seize the gap, or follow the flow of traffic like everyone else in this godforsaken city.

If I see you crawling down the freeway on-ramp at half the speed of the drivers you’re attempting to merge between, I will transfer to you the aneurysm you planted within me by sheer force of will as I pass by you.

I don’t find any races entertaining to watch. Electric gets me from point a to point b extreme rapidly, and that’s where I find my fun. In instantly flying past the doofus ahead who’s driving 10 under the limit and arriving at my destination without aggravation. Doubling my speed to catch the next green cycle. Hauling what I need without worrying about space. Never hearing “oh, you’re a ___ guy.” It’s just a fast car with trunk space to me. Romanticization of cars is utterly absent in me.

I vaguely understand what you mean, but it’s impossible for me to fully grasp, as someone who sees cars as a means of conveyance with utility in speed solely owing to the ability to avoid frustration on the road. Frankly, the idea feels so alien to me that I am absent of questions. Which is rare for me.

I shouldn’t feel this nostalgic for ancient bait setups. Your bones hurt too?