Yikes! Yeah, that’s messed up. Thanks for the info!
Yikes! Yeah, that’s messed up. Thanks for the info!
I’m out of the loop, what did Better Help do?
“I will burn my own house to the ground if I think there’s a chance you’ll get caught in the flames.”
There was a Voyager episode that documented this in detail.
How dare you make me remember these things and realize how old I am!
Weren’t there a bunch of mods for the original releases that upgraded textures, added maps and factions and all that? Why would anyone buy these rereleases instead?
I think the point here though isn’t as much ‘how do we play the game?’ as it is why there hell are we all forced into playing a metagame that is so inherently harmful and specifically designed to encourage risky behavior (I.e. the idea of debt being favorable)?
My go to is “invisible sky pixie” because it replaces the image of a caring parental figure with a diminutive and capricious sprite.
It’s tone deaf as fuck. From the article: “If you can’t hire an artist to do advertising, I highly doubt you’ll do it with independent developers.”
As someone who lives in Japan, that is true as long as you stay inside the tourist bubble. Once you start venturing into places not meant for visitors, the difficulty goes from 0 to 100 real quick. That said, sometimes those experiences of struggling communication can be among the best you’ll have here.
Was this the inspiration for the climax of Kiki’s Delivery Service?
I, too, happened to me: Firefox.
What a terrible day to be literate
You disgust me, O’Connor. You wanna know why you disgust me? 'Cause you’re a bleeder. You bleed too much. You’re a messy bleeder!
I’d cry too. Have you ever used pans seasoned over years? I actually flinch every time I see that scene in the movies now that I’ve seasoned pans of my own. 😢
I always liked the other one where Garfield was left in but all his thought bubbles were removed, so it just became a deadpan documentary about a slightly unhinged loser’s life with a cat.
…which many of us can relate to. :P
Content leaving is totally a problem. I’ve lost track of the number of times my spouse and I say, “Oh hey, what about we finally watch xyz that’s been in our queue for ages? Yeah that seems like a good one for Friday pizza night! …oh, it’s vanished from our queue, hooray.”
It’s not my full time job to keep tabs on what’s coming and going from the damn entertainment service that I hope to use in my ever dwindling reserves of free time. Especially when there’s alternative means available that are not too difficult to use.
The simple charm of this exchange had me rolling