We have the freedom to pay more!
We have the freedom to pay more!
Your memory is certainly better than mine. I’m happy enough to have drawn a link between the two. My visits to Maddox’s site coincided with the beginnings of my experimentation phase, so I appreciate anything that made it out the other side.
Despite how we might perceive Maddox in the modern day, the site was such a good representation of what the Internet looked like then. That was what content looked like.
I always end up feeling nostalgic when I talk about it.
I’ll never forget the Astro Glide story.
Publicly shun people. You’re a rule breaker? You’ve been shunned by society and people who associate with you will be known associates of the shunned.
I’m in Jersey (New), and while we attended Catholic services, we weren’t exactly religious, and nor were my neighbors and the town in general. Perhaps it was regional. I have heard of this, just didn’t experience it. My parents also let a little bit of Satan into their lives sometimes too, as anyone who was in their 20s in the '80s did.
That blows, because we’re similar age, I’m born in '87, and I look back fondly at the freedom I had as a kid. It’s a bit how I intend to model my parenting around, although it’s hard to escape modern times in my mind sometimes. But my kids will wander around the neighborhood alone (in a couple of years, still too young), get dirty, stay out til the sun goes down, that kind of thing, with the caveat of not bothering people and their properties. Probably easier said than done on my part, we shall see.
There was just some assumption that the knowledge was somehow inherent, like the RF from cellphones entered the womb and taught them how to troubleshoot their PC.
You’re probably joking, but yeah, I don’t really hang out with people I don’t trust at this point in my life, I’m 37.
Oh yeah, I wouldn’t cheat if I were playing with other humans, but sometimes I want to explore depths of a game that time just doesn’t permit, so I gotta skip the grind and get right to the part where I’m unkillable. And yeah, if you’re having fun, that is the point!
Play the games how you want to have fun, and anyone who says otherwise is dead wrong. I’ve dabbled in “cheating” myself, whether it’s giving myself 60 pts for starting traits in Zomboid, or building really unbalanced maps in AoE II and preventing the computers from ever advancing, it’s fun to sometimes modify the rules to benefit me unilaterally.
You don’t just pass a phone around? Any long trip, start a queue, add a song, pass clockwise. And if you fuck up the queue and hit play by accident you have to do a shot wherever we end up.
I terrify my wife. When she comes home I hide next to the fridge and I say “BOO!” and I get her just about every time. Then I hug my kids and finish making dinner.
Your pity party here is a self-fulfilling prophecy and screams white knight and all that. You can do better, get out of your head.
I may have missed it in this article, though I believe I read elsewhere, that she got busted down one rank and that’s it. I know military in general is having retention and recruitment issues, but to me this is more than just a busting down offense. That the senior enlisted on a ship would so nonchalantly disregard OPSEC demonstrates either a clear lack of understanding, or worse, something more nefarious.
We saw a naval officer relieved of command for having the scope backwards on his rifle. This, to me, rises to a much higher level.
It’s like playing the Thunderstruck drinking game as a kid, they hit you with a lot in the beginning, but then someone gets stuck chugging their beer. This could definitely be a spiritual successor.
Problem is that Sauron looked dope as fuck, and terminators love looking badass, and so they’d immediately take his side. Number one rule of being a terminator is to always look cool.
It’s the Goldilocks of atars, just right.
Are you a cat?
Back 15 years ago that was Wednesday night at DaveQuests. If you completed it, he took a Polaroid, put it on the wall. I think there were 60, 70 people, of all shapes and sizes. I knew girls who barely broke 100 who made it through 60m, and guys who were pushing 300 who puked on 60 and so we put an asterisk next to their name.
It got stupid, as things tend to, when hubris came into play, and we thought “why don’t we just keep going?” And so every minute, homer Simpson would chime in to remind us, and we just kept it going through the centennial (which is where I tapped out, personally) and then to the double power hour. There were six of us to make centennial, and three made double, and every single one of us would proceed to vomit and black out entirely. So dumb, but you’re in your early 20s, people living in a house with five other early 20s, so it was the time and place I guess.
For some reason, none of that registered. I’m just used to knowing the format, I guess. I’ll do better next time.
Excellent fucking work, wow. This was like 2002-2003, around there, and so we’re twp-plus decades back here. Keep doing whatever you’re doing, it’s working.
I’ll edit too: I may have attributed some negativity to Maddox (although I think he was a self-proclaimed asshole), but Tucker Max is the one who for sure went a bit off the deep end, I recall he ended up writing a book. Pretty much just frat guy personified.