Nuclear-Spearman: Huuuun, where's my atl-atl?!?

Honey: I put it away! Don't you think about running off doing no nuclear-do!

As we got to that middle part, I was hoping it was going to turn into a neat critique of the idea of slaving yourself to a job to survive. Just really turning the screws on the idea that 18 year old kids should be planning for a career so they can "thrive" and then... that's the sum total of life's goals. No adventures, no exploring of the self; simply a job and maybe kids. Then it just became a straight faced sad ending.

I can't remember the name of the book now, but in high school we read a 'true' story of child abuse. I'm sure it was edited to both tone down and turn up certain elements, but it was pretty much a brutal shock to people who are mostly from decent families that love them. Whether the kids were rich, poor, or middle class in my school, just about everyone there could at least return home to parents that didn't commit those horrors.

I remember the diapers, the exposure to the elements, and the way the other children were pitted against the abused kid, and honestly? It was the emotional abuse that was the worst to read.

You'd be amazed how many people learn the hard way that they first need to head to a separate store to buy a gas container, then head to the gas station. Most places could care less about keeping a container on premises because it is both a rare situation these days, and storage is at a premium in most stores. If you saw the back room or manager's office, you would see the floor-to-ceiling stacks of inventory (usually drinks or tobacco products).

Huh. The funeral isn't far off from reality, but all I can hear for the other two are really weird sounding sad tracks.

You didn't want to mate with that mantis anyway, trust me, bro. I've got your back.

I think it's less "good jazz," and more 'jazz that fits the mood.'

I don't want to listen to thrasher metal when I'm sitting in an italian restaurant, introducing my date to the family, and I don't want to listen to jazz when it's inappropriate.* I remember reading the blog of the Doom soundtrack, and he talked about the difficulty in creating soundtracks because you have to take music that was meshed to visual, auditory, and psychological happenings and create 'just' a piece. Going the other way, how difficult must it be to take musical compositions and match them well to gameplay... it blows my mind that there are people out there who do it so well, because there are definitely games that I loved because it was just a perfect combo, and others where they were saved from mediocrity with the addition of the right sound.

*Aside, I was trying to think an example of when jazz in a game was inappropriate, and couldn't. Take from that what you will.

I still don't know why people use the toilet and don't close the lid. WTF is it there for it you ALWAYS leave it open?

It's a good watch. Watch it in the dark.

Damn you and your mouth-watering memory inducers!

Some classics are good enough to read. The problem is in forcing kids to try to do in-depth analysis. Even Charles Dickens or Charlotte Bronte isn't all that bad to read, until you are squinting at every third word and wondering if this could mean something in the context of the whole book and just maybe you can write about it well enough in your stupid journal that you really want a B in so your parents don't whip you with the belt again.

I mean, true heat death would also imply that even your body is spent. No neurons will be able to fire. No brain activity. You won't be any different than dead.