What We Leave Behind...

This makes a lot of sense, and why I'd never survive in Canada.

If this is true, we get Kira in skin-tight leather. So, it's not all bad.

You've ruined my afternoon and sharing it with my wife, I've ruined hers too. Great stuff.

As someone with a wife from Wisconsin, it's highly effective.

Unfortunately, they were also recently acquired by Canva. It may be all right for the time being, but I wouldn't throw my full weight behind them anymore.

Having no knowledge of chess really at all, I'm like 60% sure all those words are made up and it's just a giant gag the chess community uses to confuse people. They must have some random chess generator that spits out random gibberish that sounds impressive.

Semi-relevant story time!

A couple weeks ago I was watching a favorite Youtuber, 12Tone, deconstructing a song I wasn't aware of. During the intro he made a joke about trying to explain the song, then stopped, saying everyone already knew what the song was. I had no idea at all. So I went and listened to the song and looked up a bit more about it.

Due to some weird convergence of chance and Matrix-esque internet dodging that I didn't know I was doing, I somehow missed out on the phenomenon that was Mr. Brightside.

It's a really good song and I had the fortune to be one of that day's lucky 10,000.

Because power appears to be even more addictive than money.

For real. I just had the misfortune of looking at that cesspit for about 45 seconds and I feel like I need a shower.

There is nothing if value there whatsoever.

Nope. They're the ones most likely to murder me. Just me, my wife, and our cats. Minimal chances of murder. Except from one of the cats but if it comes down to it, I think I can take her.

Exactly. Do as little as required by the laws of where you live and immediately get the fuck away from wherever you are and start the process to emigrate to a different country. Christmas and Thanksgiving will now be done over video chat.