Aren’t souls canonically real in the Marvel universe? I expect that only the piece with the soul regenerates.

I had the bottom bunk and there was no monster next to me…

Was I the real monster all along?

Not the same thing, but I still have my old Voodoo 2 3D-accelerator card (not the same thing as a video card back then).

I spent those years in dll hell.

This is why my programs don’t come with documentation. If you want to use them, the best I can do is a messy script that “works for me”.

Just drape your coat over your arm in front of you like an elegant gentleman. No one will ever suspect.

When I was in California, I saw perfectly peeled lemons lying under a friend’s lemon tree. He told me the rats did it - they ate the peel but were very careful not to bite into the sour inside.

Fear? My impression is that they’re looking for trouble, not trying to avoid it.

Too bad I’m not a celebrity, because my shirts now don’t just look like my shirts from twenty years ago, they are my shirts from twenty years ago.

They’re on the windowsill. Just open the window and help yourself…

The summer winds came blowing in from across the sea…

Why is my brain like this? Why do I always do things the hard way?

"Oh, there’s this thing you have to do that’ll take fifteen minutes. "

“I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Oh, there’s this thing you’ve been putting off for a few days. The deadline for it is coming up.”

“I’ll do it right before it’s due.”

“Oh, there’s this thing that’s past due, but it might not be too late…”

“I can’t handle this. I’m going to pretend it doesn’t exist.”

“Oh, the thing that would have taken 15 minutes is now a major disaster that’ll take days to fix and cost a lot of money. Your life is falling apart as we speak.”

“I’ll handle it now, since I have no choice.”

It’s funny because endocrine-disputing chemicals dumped by humans really are messing frogs up quite badly, but now you can’t bring it up without people getting the wrong idea about your political views…

I didn’t like the 3D Fallouts but I had fond memories of the original two, so I tried to replay Fallout 2 a few years ago. The writing is great but the gameplay has not aged well. Combat is simply tedious, especially against many enemies at once. You have to wait for them to slowly take their turns one by one, then on your turn you often just stand still and shoot once. Outside of combat, there’s a lot of running back and forth which gets quite tedious too. I guess I had more patience twenty five years ago than I do now…

It’s usually louder outside my house than it is inside my house

Isn’t this what you would expect almost anywhere, unless you live with someone who is unusually noisy? Even when I lived somewhere where I usually heard only natural sounds, it was louder outside my house than it was inside because of the ducks, chipmunks, cicadas, etc.

Back when I was in undergrad I insisted on calling my professor who wanted to go by his first name “Dr. Last-name” anyway. Being so informal with a professor seemed wrong to me at the time.

My belief is that willpower isn’t something a person “just” needs - it’s one of most precious and hard to acquire things a person can have. It also doesn’t fix mental health problems, but it helps cope with them. I say that as someone who has just barely enough willpower to keep my own life from falling apart, even with medication and the help of my family. I don’t know how to get more of it so I’m not going to be dismissive of other people who also don’t have as much as they might want.

That’s true to an extent, but maybe there’s more to it than that. The older people I know seem to have more, well, I’m not sure how to put it… Willpower? My psychologist is an elderly woman and she says that if she decides she ought to do something, she just does it. What she feels doesn’t matter. My older relatives act like that too. Their ability to endure emotional (and physical) pain and keep going is remarkable.

If I were him I would want to lose the mullet too, but he still looks better with it than I do with my bald spot.

This is why I was so disappointed after the first time I appropriated someone’s culture.