What OP is neglecting to mention is they pronounce both of them “bwush :3”

With a playful strawberry jam filling that gushes out of its eyes and mouth when you bite into it

Wouldn’t mind seeing the game come back. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty shitty. But, for whatever reason, I kept finding myself coming back until there wasn’t a game to come back to anymore. I guess I was charmed by it.

A baby made of horribly caustic acid that is actively moving toward other babies, and all you have available to stop it is punches. Good to punch, or bad to punch? 🤔

(The baby is much faster than you. It will reach the other babies before you can. It is about to pass you, though it hasn’t yet done so, and all you have time to do is to give it a quick, decisive strike to knock it off-course)

I would agree with this. The rational part of me likes to try and eat a sandwich in a 3x3 grid of bites, right-to-left, working my way downward.

But, I’m a wacky, inconsistent li’l bitch, so it almost never works out that way. But, I don’t think I ever exceed 12 bites. That’s a pretty solid ballpark range.

As a certified Orange Enjoyer, it always perplexed me how other kids were always so ready to trade away their orange Starburst.

As someone who also thinks the pink ones are way overrated, though, it ultimately didn’t matter to me, because li’l me was out there making some deals

It was the threat of the bartender reaching for the bat. If the nazi didn’t think there was a chance he’d actually use it, the threat wouldn’t work.

The threat of violence is a deterrent to keep nazis from getting too bold, thinking they can do what they want without repercussion.

Some people think the threat of violent response is overreaction to someone who’s just expressing their ideas. As a bisexual man, I think it’s a pretty even response when those ideas are “hey, what if we rounded up you and everyone like you and marched you off to death camps?”

At the very least, you can never let them believe that you’ll just roll over and let them do it.

Fuck 'em, I do what I want.

This game and the OG Planetside both taught me the simple joys of fighting for/on a bridge.

You can have a huge overworld, you can have an intricate map with all the lanes and passageways you want, but, in the end, the (much, much older) children yearn for the bridge.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks” is one that’s very pertinent to my life right now.

So, I was a pretty dedicated musician in my younger years, but I’ve never quite gotten around to learning how to produce music digitally. Recently, I’ve been trying to learn. Thing is, since I’m in my early 30s, I’m only just now hitting that age where my neuroplasticity isn’t what it was when I was 20, and learning things is starting to become noticeably a little more difficult.

So, that’s where I think the expression comes from. You get older, you try to learn something new, you underestimate how much more difficult learning that new thing is at your current age (because, honestly, you have no way to gauge how hard it’ll be until you’re doing it), the challenge gets the better of you, and now you have to admit defeat.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks” is basically a different way of saying “No, no! I’m not owned!! I didn’t lose!!!” It’s a way of shielding oneself from the sting of defeat by framing it as “well, that’s just the way things are when you’re older.” It’s not that you couldn’t rise up to the challenge of learning. You just cannot teach old dogs new tricks, and that’s a fact. Don’t you hear people say that all the time? Why would people say it so much if it weren’t true? So, yeah. I didn’t lose. I’m not owned.

It’s an especially harsh process when you’re learning to do something related to something you already know really well, and struggling with it, like I am with music production. It makes you question how well you really knew that thing in the first place. But, like I said, I’m only in my early 30s. If I were 60 and struggling to learn a new way to do something I’ve been doing my whole life, I’m sure it’d be wayyy more demoralizing. I’m sure I’d want to guard my feelings from that.

So, I get why the expression exists. I just don’t think it holds any real weight. People treat it like it’s some fact of life, but it’s just an excuse. You’ve just gotta keep pushing, be prepared to accept failure when it rears its ugly head, and then muster the energy to get back up and get back on as many times as you can before you’re beat. Easier said than done, though.

Having a thing for glasses means having to decide between not wanting them to come off in the first place, or being blurry enough to possibly be confused for an attractive person. It’s a tough call.

I figure it’s because the year can be seen as an optional appendage if you’re talking about dates from the current year. Like, I can say “that happened on May 5th,” or “I’ll be there June 18th,” and you can reasonably assume I mean in 2024 unless I specify “June 18th, 2063.”

Now, as for why you can say “I’m going on the 18th,” but Americans don’t say 18th of June, 2024, I haven’t a clue. We really only seem to have logical explanations for the way we do things about half of the time.