I've accepted that playing RDR2 on its terms means half an hour of fishing or hunting or cards every 6-12 months, just to check in and see how everyone's doing.

It does capture the midlife crisis essence of trying to revert to a desperate 18 year old dipshit.

save me jacked sarcastic battle-scarred touch-starved butch with a traumatic backstory and a big scary weapon

I'm a prison abolitionist but I also strongly believe that certain motherfuckers have earned being the last ones out the door, over a very careful and measured and *long* timetable.

I just found out earlier today that I've been getting goodrx pricing on my fin bc my United plan denies it as cosmetic and not GAC.

Genuinely an affinity group that could organize for actual fucking insurance coverage of these procedures. UHC keeps denying finasteride coverage bc it's "cosmetic". It's a fucking anti-androgen.

I've seen sometimes this shift to non-garish placeholders is often a shift to production/leadership not really caring if final assets get finished or delivered. If it looks close enough then fuck it, shippable.

Naturally both of these things make QAing it a nightmare.

Not enough people know the under-5 mortality rate for the whole first half of the 20th century.

Honestly, as someone who finds most of these cursed? Gotta go with Blessed.

Relatable

Ah my favorite kind of day, the ones ending in Y

Some of the people calling the shots at the studio over the years were very very not. This feels downstream of that.

Like most right-wingers, Pete believes in rules for thee but not for me.