The end of Red Dead Redemption. Spoilers for a game that's over a decade old, but John's death was a brutal cruelty that stayed with me for a long, long time.

It's interesting how some things have changed over the years when it comes to chat rooms. And how other things haven't. When I first started in The Palace the internet was new, and chat rooms were for shut-ins, agoraphobes, and nerds. We basically lived on the internet. So it made sense to some to treat the room as a place you entered and left.

Now you can sit on a discord server on mobile and have a life, pop in the middle of a conversation somewhere and then leave it. And some servers still suggest you greet a room like you live there.

It's like, when I was a kid, having internet access to all human knowledge, anywhere, would have been a divine gift. Now we all have computers in our pockets and some people still argue about basic facts that can be resolved instantly. We treat technology very strangely.

So they're legislating speech and forcing the use of pronouns that make them feel more comfortable. Color me shocked.

Aronofsky is a little hit-or-miss for me, and this subject doesn't appeal to me in the slightest. It's going to take a lot more to get me to watch this. Musk is loathsome and 90+ minutes with him could easily turn out to be tortuous.

And here I am handing out candy to the neighborhood kids while they walk around with huge smiles and laughter.

This whole fucking thing is fucked.

We've discovered the breaking point of paradise. Hope the next sentient species is a little less selfish.

Kid gloves are the only size that fit him

She just means she doesn't give a shit if people think she's biased or corrupt.

I thought it said antique and didn't question that, either.

They see what they want to see.