April 1994. I was thirteen, at a sleepover with friends, playing Starfox on the SNES when my friend’s older brother told us he’d connected the home computer to the phone line.

No Prodigy or AOL, this was something different- more raw and BBS-ey. We started messing around and figured out how to join a local chat room- I have no idea now what they were called back then. There were maybe fifteen people in there, all with William-Gibson-ass usernames.

We were eating pizza and Sour Patch Kids, just fucking around, typing and watching the others. Then someone in the chat said, “Hey, turn on MTV. Kurt Cobain’s dead.” We flipped on the TV and sure enough, there was Kurt Loder breaking the news.

Very vivid 1994 moment.

With a cassette drive, baybeeee

I lived there for six-ish years- from 1998 until 2004.

When Americans re-elected GWB, I realized “this place is RAPIDLY becoming a shithole that’s only going to get worse.” I got the hell out as soon as I was able, and every single day since, I’ve been more relieved I left when I did.

“Rock over London, Rock on Chicago”

Pom Poko is literally the only one that didn’t put me to sleep in the first act.

“Commander”

I don’t think anyone should be living their lives in fear of being killed by zestiness

We called it that in the 80s in rural Canada.

Nah. Can almost guarantee I would have been on your side when I was your age.

Counterpoint: call out bigotry or fuck off

It’s just great hearing 250 million Americans who have barely played defense let alone fought back say “it’s impossible to beat these guys!”

You’ve crossed over into parody.

Great, so I’m asking you. Where is your line, beyond which sabotage is suddenly morally justified?

I don’t support sabotage for the time being

What a wild goddamn thing to say when US citizen children with cancer are being rounded up and deported to countries they’ve never lived in. Please, share. Where have you drawn the line?