Lately, I’ve been playing The Outer Worlds and enjoying it a great deal. It’s the essence of a first-person role-play shooter. It’s also got great design elements, a certain hipsterish wry humor, and it feels slightly soulless.
When I was in high school, we were assigned to read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and we also watched the movie so we could discuss the relationship between movie versions and books; it was a great class.
There are always too many things happening over here at Badger Forge. Usually, that’s good but sometimes I feel like I am woefully behind and it stresses me out.
Yesterday I made a largeish batch of hemp and castor oil soap, with a bit of olive oil thrown in for good measure.
I was talking with a friend of mine, who announced their intention to start drinking at the New Years’ party and not stop until the election is over.
My dad once said that when you get into your mid/late 50s your friends start to drop around you, unless you’re one of the ones that drops.
In spite of their pretending to be at odds over the fate of civilization, the US senate and house agree always on one thing: the department of defense needs more money.
Can we give Texas back to Mexico soon?
Whenever I hear the word “tsunami” I get a reaction, in which I want to crawl up a tree and hide and wait for it to be over. Not a good strategy, I know.
King Arthur was mortally wounded as a result of a military accident; allegedly his forces and Mordred’s were facing eachother in a state of high tension and one of the soldiers saw an adder, drew his sword to kill it, and everyone mis-read the waving steel and the battle began.