Fuck, ain't that the truth?
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I don't blame anyone generationally anymore. Boomers are too senile for their own good and everyone else is too burnt out to step up to the plate.
Damn corporate shrinkflating Charlie's head on us.
Every time I go south I wonder how people down there are still alive. Between the sweet tea, biscuits and gravy, pork cracklings, boudin, and kolaches, I feel like I have to take a nap whenever I eat a meal.
Bringo!
Reminds me of a friend who plays with two custom spells on quickslots the first chance he gets to make them. The first he calls "JUMP GOD" and the second is "I HATE FALL DAMAGE" with 2-300 points in jump for 1s and a couple seconds of feather fall, respectively.
Who needs fast travel?
I can almost guarantee this was some stupid marketing exec's idea. Someone had to write the code that interprets that you're watching an episode that someone else has available for streaming. Any software dev worth their salt would have seen this request and said "This is the dumbest fucking idea I have ever seen in my life" and they probably had to make it anyway because it pays the bills.
I mean, the point of the special is to find meaning in the holidays regardless of the rampant consumerism, but the impact of the message is dampened a bit by Hallmark putting out new charlie brown Christmas tree ornaments every year.
That said, it's also okay not to have holiday spirit if you don't find anything about this time of year meaningful. For many who aren't practicing Christians, it's a time to be with family because most companies tend to give days off anyway, but for those of us who have cut ties and don't see the significance of decorating and whatnot, it's perfectly fine to enjoy the time off without feeling festive.
Can't get that sweet sweet ad revenue if your content isn't 100% in line with advertising expectations. God forbid there are any deviants on a site that positioned itself as weird and quirky for the first decade of its existence.
Almost as dumb as Nintendo patenting the concept of a sanity meter and then not fucking doing anything with it since Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem.
Look at Mr. Fatcat over here eating out while we're on the verge of a recession.