NASCAR driver Josh Wise.

Cringy as it is to think about now, I was swept up in all the DogeCar hype back in 2014. Made sure to pre-order a die cast as soon as I could, and the driver signed it for me later, at an unrelated race.

Also, Skweezy Jibbs. He signed my brother’s pants at a movie theater a few weeks ago, and then my brother gifted me the pants.

Man, I was hoping this book series would get a mention here. Blocking out the sun as a means of transmitting a message is something that happens in the series. Or, it’s talked about, at least. It’s been a while since I’ve read it.

La Gata Bajo la Lluvia by Rocio Dúrcal

Where I shop, individual packets are your only option if you want something other than basic chicken or beef flavor.

If a “live” consciousness transfer isn’t possible, I’d only go for it if I was told I’d fall asleep and wake up in a new body. I wouldn’t want to know if this was how it actually worked.

It’s all over the Old Man’s War book series too

I’ve got Windows 10 on a few machines at home, strictly out of inertia. LTSC packages too, so no plans to change over yet.

Everything I’ve acquired since then gets some flavor of Linux, though.

Pilot/Flying J truck stops have this thing called the “Big Dog”, a sausage roll that’s over a foot long. Garlic butter on the crust of the roll. It’s delicious. I end up buying one every time I go inside… and since I drive a truck for work, that’s a near-daily occurence.

You can’t outrun a radio.

If the police are chasing you for whatever reason, raw speed is not enough to make a getaway. They’ll just call for reinforcements to block the road ahead of you, or try to funnel you towards a spike strip/dead-end/etc.

Or if they’re smart, they let you think you’ve gotten away, tail you from afar, then swoop in to make their arrest once it’s safe.

At the very least, they radio your description to dispatch, so now every cop in the area is on the lookout for you.

While I’m driving for/at work, I know it’s break time when I want to sing along with the radio, but just can’t. Whether it’s from fatigue or frustration, doesn’t really matter either way.

Quickest way to set me off is to interrupt my performance. If I try to power through a song while, say, getting brake-checked, I usually just replace the lyrics with swearing.

For something… I dunno, wider in scope, I guess(?), I tend to find myself needing to make a change when I catch myself scrolling through real estate listings. The further away the city, the worse I find myself feeling.

Jericho only lasted 29 episodes, and while I enjoyed them all (plus the graphic novels that continued the story), I will admit it had a shaky start.

It was a mid-2000s CBS show, so it had to appeal to a wide audience, the kind who’d tune in to CBS of all networks during primetime. The show’s overall premise had me hooked, but some of the side plots and characters are… distracting, early on.

Most people agree that the show picks up steam partway through the first season, though I haven’t seen a consensus about a particular episode. My pick though, episode 7, “Long Live the Mayor”.

I like the flexibility trucking offers me. Dispatch doesn’t care when or how far I drive, as long as I pick up and deliver on time. But this is highly carrier-dependent; most of the companies I’ve worked for would see my legal drive times as targets, rather than the limits they’re supposed to be.

I like that I get paid to cruise down the highway and listen to the radio all day. But I don’t like that it often takes all day. I often work sunrise to sunset. Literally.

I like that my boss physically cannot look over my shoulder at work, since he’s usually at least two time zones away. But so are my friends and family, most of the time. Phone calls just aren’t the same. Even if I’m just an hour’s drive from home, I may as well be on the moon.

I get to see a lot of amazing sights, but seeing them, in passing, is all I’m usually able to do.

I wonder how many people in this thread have read/seen 11.22.63 before.

Without some amount of preparation, I think I’d just end up mostly working for cash and living out of a van for most of that time, or otherwise staying off-grid. There’s a surprising amount of paperwork involved in legally existing as a person.

Also, since memorizing statistics is not one of my hobbies, I’d want/need some kind of written ledger to have an edge in back-alley sports betting.

Just for fun’s sake though, I’d try my hand at writing professionally again, as a novelist, but just ripping off the plots of movies and TV shows that haven’t been filmed yet. Self-publishing everything under pen names of course, to preserve my anonymity.

I feel pretty lucky in this regard, in that I’ve got family members who work at a grocery store, and they let me bum off their employee discount. It’s only good for store-brand items though, and it only works while they’re off the clock, so it takes some coordination for me to use it. Stacks with coupons though, which also helps.

Buying in bulk can absolutely be helpful, if you can shop at wholesalers or warehouse clubs, and take advantage of coupons and sales. Wouldn’t recommend doing this for perishables though, if you’re only buying for yourself. Might also be annoying trying to find space for everything at home.

I dunno about “proud”, 14-year-old me was around when saying “gay” was usually a punchline, or an insult. Maybe he’d be surprised about my ex-boyfriend. Or my current boyfriend.

Whatever problems he might have with my current self, he’d definitely come around after all the insider trading information I’d give him. Then he’d definitely be quick about doing things I actually wish I’d done sooner, like quitting marching band and switching to theatre. Focusing on trades, rather than racking up debt, then later burning out trying to get an engineering degree. Things like that.

I’ve always loved it, or at least liked it as a kid. My dad was a huge fan of the show when he was a kid, having amassed a huge collection of serials on VHS, and he’d used them to get me hooked just in time for the reboot. We’d watch every Saturday night like clockwork. I remember being distraught when The Empty Child aired, ended on a cliffhanger, and my local PBS affiliate waited four months to air the followup episode.

I lost active interest in the show sometime during Matt Smith’s run as The Doctor; something about the show’s writing around then didn’t quite sit right. Everything was becoming about The Doctor, always revolving around him, pulling focus away from whatever a given episode was meant to be about, and all these hints were being dropped, presenting questions to the audience that would ultimately go unanswered.

Also, I thought bringing back the Weeping Angels was stupid, before they were made more powerful upon their return.

I worked at a Waffle House as a teenager, and ended up acting in an episode of some kind of show for MTV, called My Life As Liz.

By which I mean, there were a few actors and a camera crew camped out in a booth, and the director wanted me to bring them waffles, as a part of whatever scene they were filming. It was the middle of a random Tuesday, the place normally would’ve been dead, it was a nice change of pace.

I wasn’t paid or credited for this by MTV, just “being on TV was enough” according to the Waffle House’s franchise owner. The show’s production was also pretty low-budget, non-union; I only remember four or five people on the crew, plus three actors in the scene.

I ended up making dozens of waffles for these actors, who would only eat a couple bites per take, if anything. Some of the crew ate them on their lunch break, but the majority of the waffles were just thrown away after each take. To the production’s credit, they did pay for every single one. After about four hours, they’d apparently got all the shots they needed, packed everything up, and left.

Several years later, unrelated, AMC used a car I owned for a few episodes of Fear The Walking Dead. I was never on set for that though; their production company apparently had a “car wrangler” who reached out to me. They bought the car off of me, took it away, and when they’d wrapped the season’s shooting a few weeks later, they called me to offer first dibs to buy the car back, or else it would’ve been auctioned off.

When I got the car back, it was covered in fake dirt, the Landau top had been cut up to make the car appear in worse shape than it actually was, and there were several fake bullet holes in the bodywork from a gunfight scene. Although, in the take that made it to air, you never actually see those bullet holes on the car.

Bonnie and Clyde robbed a church in my town. Except, not really, it was an early scene in that movie from the '60s.

It was a grocery store back then.

I’d consider donating this car if it were in better shape; in its current state, sure, the engine is running and it’ll move under its own power, but it’s still got a long way to go before it’ll be road-legal, or even safe to drive.

Right now, any charity organization that’d accept the car would probably just have it crushed, which would just be a waste to me.

I revived an old car that has sat in my mother’s yard for several years. Didn’t need much to get going, just a jumpstart and some fresh gas, but now I’ve got a set of wheels I don’t have to care about. Might turn it into a Lemons racer.