I prostrated myself before Mammon today by pre-ordering three years of Disney+ with the $40 off code. What can I say, my kids are 3 and 6 and I’m enough of a Star Wars nerd to watch through Mandalorian unless it’s like Iron Fist bad. Plus I hear Rebels is awesome (hey @CraigM and I can be friends again!).
I also shitpost while drunk. Just not badly enough to get banned any more. I can learn!
I did the same Disney+ deal. My kids are older than yours, but they are into Marvel (so am I), and there’ll be other stuff on there, and yeah, I’ll watch Mandalorian unless it’s unwatchable.
Main problem is they still haven’t worked out with Amazon to get it on Fire tv, so I’ll have to get a Chromecast or Roku to watch it. Lame!
James just insists that 5:30 is a reasonable time to be awake, for all that he is an absolute monster if he actually gets up then instead of snuggling in bed or I dunno just spitballing here, sleeping, for another hour or two.
He also firmly believes that naps are for tiny babies and not big boys like him. The same is not true of using the potty.
I’ve told the story before, but once during I think maybe the early Obama years I completely lost it at Strollen over some income inequality shit. Tom was right to temp ban me; I apologized to him, Strollen, and the forum at large and put more creativity and/or restraint into my shitposting since.
Other’n that, I completely self-immolated at The Other Forum a while after the Great Schism, mostly because I couldn’t fucking handle the cult of personality around the poster who mostly initiated the whole damn thing. Also, ye gods, if you would like to know what a community that is too wacko-left-wing to function looks like, go browse the archives there from ~2013. And that’s coming from me.
The fuck. Three wings is like six bites. What, you already had the meat sweats from a previous meal by the time you ordered?
Fuck outta here with that wholesome shit. Ain’t nothing wrong with a little pasta replacement. You can come back after eating some cold Chef Boyardee out of the can at, say, 2:45am.
I’d be all over Chef Boyardee. The missus is cooking. I’m committed to, “this is awesome,” and, “great job, babe,” comments. I’d kill for some fucking spaghetti right now. Like I’d stab someone with a fairly dull fork, for noodles. At least the beer is good.
You know what spaghetti squash is good for? Gas. I should dutch oven her later.
My wife is the executive pastry chef at the giant beer hall / event space / pizza kitchen / brewery of the best craft brew in town. Yeah, she gets free shit.
On some holidays I spend too much of the morning casually reading on the phone in bed, rather than, you know, soaking in the destination I’ve traveled so far to.