I feel this. I did really poorly in school (ADHD), didn't go to college, and my last IQ test yielded only marginally above average results (and for all I know I just guessed lucky or am good at pattern recognition). But despite feeling like I'm still a naive and immature idiot with no idea what he's doing, the more my wife and I associate with the parents of other kids in my daughter's class, the more we realize we're quite possibly the only fucking adults in the room.

You're not wrong about Alliance zones feeling more fleshed out.. but over the last two decades of playing vanilla WoW on and off, every single time that I've rolled an Alliance character and tried my best to commit, I would eventually see a primitive ass Horde outpost with hanging feathers and dreamcatchers, with some bulky spiked Orc and a noble Tauren standing there.. and I would feel such an immense feeling of homesickness unlike anything I've ever felt in another game, and I would immediately delete that character and start over in Durotar.

Something about fighting for the honor of the Horde and the glory of the Warchief out there in an inhospitable land, with the inspirational swell of horns and indigenous drums just puts me in it. Like, really puts me in it.

Half the fun of ketchup is the PpPpPppPpPpptt!

Except when you get juice with it..

I used to frequent IRC servers as a child (~age 10-13) and won a contest once that earned me voice (+) status for a week after sniffing out the most pedophiles in a dedicated kids channel. Was easy enough to do by running a /whois (or whatever the command was) on participants to see if they were also in channels like #dadsforboys and reporting them to channel operators (who were probably jerking off to us also).

The fact that this was all perfectly normal to me by that point, and that I was so wholly unfazed by these types that I would sometimes fuck with them, is kind of alarming. I guess I'll just carry that awareness going forward with my own children and keep them off of IRC/Roblox/whatever else might expose them to the vast world of internet cum creeps.

It's worth mentioning that I had a number of IRC girlfriends back then as well, and I suspect at least two of them were adult men pretending to be adolescents. I remember one "girl" in particular was from San Antonio and insisted her 12-year-old ex-boyfriend from Canada (who her dad called "Moose") had already flown down to stay with them once. I guess I was next (not that my mom would have allowed that). However, I didn't realize at the time that she/he was Hispanic, and eventually sent them the comedic "Mexican Americans" song by Cheech Marin in glorious .wav format, to which the recipient became deeply offended and stopped speaking to me entirely.

Might have just saved my life.

https://youtu.be/LLqqZmNFa_A

CDPR is about to serve us up the tutorial again, but with entirely new music.

thank mr skeltal

He can't keep getting away with this!

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My wife is always shocked to learn that despite communicating with him somewhat regularly, I have absolutely no details regarding any of my brother's upcoming plans or life events. Yes, I know he's engaged. I think I was one of the first to hear about it.. No, I don't know when he plans to get married, or where.. I don't know if he's going to South America again this year. I don't know any of this. It didn't come up. He will probably tell me if/when he does. I'm not really worried about it.

What do we talk about? Memes, mostly.. Most recently I've been sending him these fake Rastafarian AI doctor videos on Instagram with hilarious visual demonstrations of poop flying out of butts like a whirlwind while a passionate man talks about selling you his herbal cleanse. Now I've discovered the female version that is all about vaginal disbiosis and what to do "when ya poosee smell like a rotten fish mahhket" (you buy her secret Rasta herbal cleanse, that's what you do..)

But no, I don't know if he's coming for Christmas.