One day there will be a creepy childrens song about xbox red rings of death instead of the black death.
I guess I’ll go… play my Wii?
(I plan on getting a new refurb once the beard gets paid, and all my game data is on the detachable hard drive. Do not weep for me, fellow gamers.)
Every time I file my taxes I spend a moment meditating on the possibility of living completely off the grid.
Then I remember how completely useless I am offline.
My favorite part of web development is when the thing doesn’t do the thing, but attempting to make the thing do the thing just ends in a server error, heartbreak, and empty wine bottles.
There is nothing that shakes the foundation of everything you believe in quite like when a crossword answer is incorrect.
I trusted you, anonymous bookish puzzle makers. I TRUSTED YOU.
I just spent a solid two minutes trying to remember how old I am.
Starting a new D&D game with a human bard named Anne of Beeves. Time to come up with a fucking absurd backstory.