Front Right: Keys, wireless earbuds, active nicotine packet container.

Front Left: Eckster Wallet, spare nicotine packet container, phone.

Back Right and Left: Utility Spots, used as needed.

Right Pocket Watch Pocket: CRKT CEO knife, if off the clock, THCa pen (legal in my area)

I don’t find myself “engaged,” I find myself wanting to spend money for something that will bore me the next week.

There is a reason I’ve mostly played single player games for the past decade.

I was tired of the “seasons” and micro transactions when I just wanted a story. If the story was good, I’d be ok with purchasing an expansion upon it. I remember my first expansion pack, Warcraft 2, played over a phone line. It felt worth it.

For more modern games, The Witcher 3 DLC felt like proper expansion packs. I have no bad feelings about those.

But just adding a few cosmetic items? Fuck off.

I’ve thought of this, but don’t have the wherewithal to actually make a project come to fruition.

I’m also not a lawyer, but I’ve read multiple articles on this, and it doesn’t seem like any legal violation. Corporation got lazy, didn’t confirm where 10m in royalties went and under what circumstance, and got burned.

Finally a corp gets scammed by the common man.

I say good on him.

Wait and Bleed in my ass.

I’m not a dev, but I do some scripting. Mostly in a windows environment professionally, linux for personal reasons.

That being said, AI is great for getting a bulk outline of a script done, and you just gotta tweak a few things.

You still have to know what you’re doing, but it expedites things.

In my southern portion of the US, I find it better to just let shit slide. Never know who is armed with two short cannons, a .38 snub, and the reason for their lifted truck that has never seen “off” roads.

Waited all summer for the Mexican place in Gardiner to open when I worked in Yellowstone. Gardiner is on the border with the park.

Anyway, myself and two friends, all of us from Texas, were very vocally disappointment. It was so bad. The pizza place was great though.

Step one: Buy a few firearms, for different scenarios (which should be easier under Trump sigh)

Step two: Go to work, home, and limit unnecessary errands, order for delivery more.

Step three: Practice marksmanship with various firearms. I have a country, but sane, friend of the family with a shooting range on her land.

Step four: Hunker down in my deep red state, because I hold non-christian belief’s and I won’t recant them on pain of death. Not because my beliefs “protect” me, but because as an American, I believe in freedom of religion and I’ll die a proud American before I die as a Christian, my belief’s don’t matter compared to that. The protection of those belief’s does.

We have 8 animals and alcoholic relative living with us.

We went to the local library, I had ear buds and my laptop as was content to do my thing (cyber security stuff, all legal) and my wife was busy talking to the person running the 3D printer because she can’t seem to dial hers in settings wise.

The quiet, the lack of stress, the ability to just focus on something without dealing with an issue for a while…

It was fine until the relative… well, thats another story. They all end like that lately.

I hear things. I’m bipolar though.

I often have to check in with a person close to me to see if they heard what I heard, or if its my “imagination.”

For those worried, I’m under the care of a psychiatrist, and mostly this isn’t an issue anymore.

As an American, fuck yes, absolutely, 100%.

As a Texan, fuck yes, absolutely, 1000%.

The wife and I are already considering leaving the state. Prices for everything are rising to ridiculous levels.

An apartment I could have afforded on my own a decade ago would require three incomes, and the neighborhoods are no less violent and crime ridden. Food deserts, lack of health care options, lack of gainful employment in that geographic area, all deterrents to paying more than I do now for a mortgage.

If I thought I had the skills and wherewithal to strike out and homestead I would. Alas, I do not.

I long to leave “the grid,” but require medication to function as a normal human being. As such, I am beholden to the system. I must cooperate against my better interest to attain medication to live. I am, for lack of a better term, a slave to it.

Before anyone comes in calling a race card play, or any other shit, I am a cis het white male. In theory, I am the problem, and yet I suffer the same.

I decided at the age of seven that life, as we know it, was not worth living. 30 some odd years later, that has not changed.

I’m currently off my bipolar meds, against my will. Insurance change required a doctor change, and finding anyone who was available within a months time was not possible.

I need shit to get back to “normal” in my brain. I’m not doing well. I wasn’t before, but yeah…

Only a couple more days until my appointment. I had one last week, and they sent me to the wrong place, coupled with a whole slew of other issues, and I said fuck em. Thankfully found someone the second time around pretty quickly.