Before it was rebuilt in the 90s, the MLB stadium in my part of town just had an open trough along a wall with water constantly trickling down it. No dividers.

I can’t remember if the toilet stalls still had doors or not, just that it was the foulest rest room I’d ever used until I started working at music festivals.

Does Kohl’s even need an overnight stocking shift these days? As far as I know they are basically an Amazon delivery/return counter that always has jeans on ‘sale’.

Yup. I remember the first game I bought with my own money was Street Fighter 2 Turbo for 60usd in 1993. I had to run and beg my dad for more money because I was a dumb kid and didn’t bring enough to cover tax. Calculated for inflation that would be around 120usd today.

And yeah, $60 was steep for a game back then, but I got it at Suncoast which was always a ripoff. Everywhere else in the mall was sold out and I NEEDED it TODAY.

This will look so much better when it’s smothered in Kentucky Blue grass and drive ways. /S

Right? I find solace in the fact that I can update individual parts of my PC over the years to play whatever new game catches my fancy. Buying a whole new console every generation seems wasteful.

I’m definitely not on board with pixel chasers upgrading graphic cards every year, though. That feels even more wasteful.

My mother was always bitter that an anniversary ring my father gave her turned out to be synthetic, but I think back in the 80s lab grown diamonds went cloudy after a while.

She could also have been complaining about anything and Everything my father had done 24/7 once the separation and inevitable divorce were in effect.

I’d wager that teenagers these day are much more aware of data collection and more protective of personal information then they were 10-20 years ago. I could be giving them too much credit, though.

Whenever I see one of these polls being published I imagine how I would have answered them when I was that age, and I would have lied about every negative seeming question.

What if the poll wasn’t really anonymous and this data was going to be passed on to future employers or schools?

I think he meant mobile gaming, like angry birbs and raid shadow candy crunch.

Seriously, my teenage niece is a complete square, but still looks up to me as her cool uncle, so I encourage her straight laced nerdiness.

Hopefully she doesn’t burn out in her 20s and make a series of painful but cool mistakes like I did.

It’s DEI just Equal Opportunity with a fresh coat of paint so racists/misogynists don’t sound like boomers from the 90s when they complain about it?

I can’t think of any examples of the top of my head, but aren’t there some games that should have thrived but we’re heals back by launching as Epic exclusives?

Hey sailor… ;)

Game Production Manager: “Nobody is going home until we get this bug ironed out. You don’t have to come in this weekend if you don’t want, but we won’t renew your contract if you didn’t.”

The JavaScript boy became a sexy mysterious wizard.

Checks out.

I can’t say for sure why. When I got married she just wanted to take one of my names (I have two last names). I’m not famous or anything, so it doesn’t carry any clout. Maybe she wanted a fancy sounding hyphenated name too, because she added one of mine to her current one.

When Jabba Stops breathing-

Thanks and fixed.

Ooh, or a really gnarly exploitation film about the hours of horrible treatment Leia goes through when she is captured and leads up to a final scene where she gets to strangle her abuser.

When Jabba stops breathing, so does the film.

I’m thinking along the lines of ‘Rosenkrantz and Gildenstern are Dead’ where we see only the action, or lack thereof from the point of view of minor supporting characters.

Picture a film that is two hours of R2 and C3P0 wandering the deserts of tattooine before being captured, then the film ends before any action happens.

If I don’t get a Star Wars side project that is actually ‘written’ from the point of view of a lovable but flawed Astro mech/ communication droid duo, I’ll do it myself, by jingo!

: realizes that this has probably happened dozens of times in both mass market paperback and slash fiction, but I’m just too scared of what I’ll unearth if I look it up: