Coincidentally, the first time I ever saw a fursuit in person was at a renaissance festival in Texas. The dude was wearing a fox fursuit head with a moving jaw, and teenage me was absolutely fascinated with it. I remember taking pictures, but I think I lost the memory card they were on.
At my old job, we had an electronic card terminal, but it was the late 90s/early 2000s model that had both EMV and a telephone modem. The store had two phone lines, and if line 2 was in use, you couldn't run a card at all.
We've had credit cards and debit cards since way before I was born. Old people know how to use them.
We've had EMV chips since the 1990s. People are still having to learn how to use that, for some reason.
We've had tap chips since like 2001. Now there are tap chips in your phone and watch.
The one thing keeping me in the shape I'm in is the price of food. More specifically, the price of food that's ready-to-eat and I can eat it at work with nothing but a microwave.
$6 Salad bowl
Or
$1.50 ramen
And that's not all I eat for each day. I get $3 coffee and $2 protein bar for breakfast.
My lube bottle does that, and it's annoying.
I'll be rock hard and barely holding in a tsunami of cum, getting ready for that *good* wank, but then my lube bottle decides to make a huge mess that I have to clean up immediately.
I don't really listen to her songs beyond her early works when she was still in the country genre. Her new stuff just doesn't hit with me the way Jason Mraz or Dolly Parton do.
Idk if Overwatch tanks have any movement tech they can use while firing, but TF2's Heavy is a sitting duck when he's firing his minigun. You get shat on easily. And a health buff means that you'll still get shat on, but it'll take slightly longer.
TF2 player here, and the same applies to Heavy. You can get one-shotted by Sniper and Spy specifically, and you're weak to coordinated focus fire from everybody else. You're slow, and miniguns are boring to use and slow you down more. Buffs to your health or weapon damage won't change any of that.
My grandmother hoarded Beanie Babies when they first came out.
"These will sell for millions some day."
They stayed in their boxes and packed up in trash bags, through 3 moves. Got peed on and chewed by mice, and ruined by mold. My parents threw them away after holding onto them for like 20 years.
It's been like 4 or 5 days since the last time I came, and I'm doing fine. Totally not horny at all. Ignore my massive pendulous dick doing its best to punch a hole in my boxers, that's unrelated.
I used to think that, but now I realize that there was no conspiracy. She just had massive support from the democrat elites and big donors early on, which does create an advantage, but that wasn't the fault of the DNC.
Some of the anomalies can kill. Others are harmless but can totally fuck with you. Stuff like:
Have there always been five surveillance cameras in this room, or is there only supposed to be four?
Are the numbers on the posters the same?
Oh now there's blood dripping out of the AC vent. Great...
The psychological horror in this game comes from the feeling of having checked the room over entirely several times and finding nothing, but still feeling like you're missing something.
As well as some of the anomalies themselves being generally quite horrifying.
Right now it's The Exit 8. An observation game where you run through what should be identical rooms in an infinite tunnel, and either turn around and go backward when you see an anomaly in the room or go forward when everything in the room is normal. You win when you go the right way 8 times.
I'm getting way into indie psychological horror games. Not necessarily jumpscare games. But games that make me paranoid that I'm about to make a wrong choice. Memory games that invoke Mandela effects so often that it makes me genuinely question my own sanity.
Idk why, but I love that kind of game.
I can always tell when the local megachurch lets out.
The store suddenly fills up with balding white dudes in trump shirts and children with names like Breighdyn and Ashleignne.
Kenny Wayne Shepherd's "Blue on Black," covered by Five Finger Death Punch.
And Kenny Wayne Shepherd's "Blue on Black," covered by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Brantley Gilbert, and Brian May.