Reshiram

I love Reshiram

After a quick image search, yes. I love it.

That looks really cool. I like whatever style of architecture this is.

I play this every December. I brush off the Sega Saturn and relive Christmas of 1998.

I think the worst way to sum up his channel is that he reviews MP3 players and bad headphones. You’d really just have to see it, he’s very funny.

Yeah, she definitely crossed the line that time. It was probably the most mad I have ever seen her. I can’t remember if that was also when she slapped me, or if that was something else. But really, those were the worst instances and the other 98% of my childhood was very good. And we really do have a very good relationship today. I don’t think I deserved it, or any child would deserve that. My schooling was just a hotbutton issue for her, and I pushed it really hard that time.

My mom was very strict with me as a child, but I don’t think it was narcissistic. She was very focused on my education. I had to do well and get a good job. But it was because she wanted me to have good health insurance as I have had chronic health issues from birth. I have a good job now, my student loans are paid off, and she was right about me needing good health insurance. Our relationship is lovely now. But I’ll probably always remember the time that I skipped a homework assignment and she spit in my face.

I would love a brain implant. I want to live in the Matrix, I want to have the Feed. Just not from him. Never from him.

It’s probably about the Vienna concert that was canceled due to a terrorist threat.

Shingles. That was just awful.

I hope so. 3 was awful, I didn’t even finish it.

Facebook is for my family. LinkedIn is for work. Lemmy is for me. That’s all my social media.

Sounds about right. Going for gasps, getting laughs.

Yeah, I’m ok with that sacrifice to avoid an Optimus Prime von Hammerpants.

No. It’s a lump of cells. Who cares.

In a perfect world, me. But it would probably be better if there was a body of 100 or so individuals of diverse backgrounds to make sure we aren’t excluding names for cultural reasons. Names could be submitted for approval. To weed out the Everleighs, the Sexiannas, the Khaleesis. And any names Jamie Oliver would pick.

I don’t know why people think it is acceptable to treat names like an opportunity for creativity, or fun. Names are serious business. And they aren’t a medium for self expression. If I name my dog after a type of pasta, who cares? But imagine having to give someone a business card with “Fusilli Feet” on it. I love Waterworld, but my kid will never have to put down “Mariner Feet” on a resume. My kid is not an extension of me, or my interests.

There should be a list of approved names for children.

That would be hilarious. I just only catch him in the strangest, most embarrassing predicaments of his life. He could just be a perfectly normal guy, but maybe I’ll run into him again in five years when he’s on the side of the road for some necessary reason in a donkey costume covered in ketchup and lube and he’s just like “It’s not what it looks like, I swear!!”

So, I actually had something like that happen once. In college, I had a terrible roommate that would always stumble back to our dorm drunk and never lock the door. Well, one Saturday I woke up to a guy in a bathrobe and a cup of coffee staring at me. He said “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sometimes I like to come in and watch you sleep, it’s so peaceful.”

This is perhaps the weirdest thing that guy has done as far as I know, other than when I ran into him at Meijer late at night one time. He had a big stack of CDs in his arms, and he just said “you can never have enough bagpipe music!”