I’m one of fifteen people who play Marathon. In it there’s a pink cybernetic cat that you can sometimes spot. The lore audio entires you can find for it are heartbreaking. It’s human little girl whom it loved died, along with all the other humans, but it remains. Alone. Still missing and grieving the loss of the girl.

Say what you will, but Bungie could write some seriously good lore.

I don’t know if I can get behind the Fortnite style models.

They pretty much made this a skin in Marathon (2026).

Gen-X here. I and many of my contemporaries learned that lesson by watching our parents. Hence the nonconformist “slacker” start and the high rate of job hopping in the 90’s and 2Ks. Somewhere along the way (looking at you 2008), that changed.

Loot boxes and gatcha games:

Baking pizza and roasting schmucks.

Or at least her body double.

I support a woman’s right to an abortion, at any point.

I just didn’t think it would happen this soon.

I hate to be the one to tell you this but…

That was 13 years ago. That announcement is almost high school aged.

My garden spits out three things en masse. Crazy hot jalapeños, lime, and mint. When the world collapses, I’m gonna mojito/spicy marg my way out.

☝️ this almost word for word except I was thinking Greek isles rather than St. Tropez.

I live in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Finding super cool young people who want to date me is beyond easy. I get hit on all the time as it is. I guess what I am lamenting is not being able to find someone my age that shares my interests and energy levels.

I’m (53) happily married but if I wasn’t, I’d likely have to date (read hang out, not life plan) someone inappropriately young. I’m just not sure i could find a single woman my age that’s into what I’d like to do. In most cases I’d have more in common with their kids’ interests.

Honestly, that makes me sad.

EDIT: Finding a guy my age to date would be a lot easier, but although I am omnisexual, I am fairly hetero romantic.

I lived in Terrebonne Parish once upon a time. One the way to work I’d stop at a gas station on the edge of the Bayou for some breakfast buiscuits. I’d sit on the bench, eat my buiscuits, grits and taters, and share them with the gator chilling a few feet away.

I have a love hate relationship with Louisiana and its peoples.