Somewhere in my basement I have this promo video on VHS. The Video Toaster was pretty amazing, and despite my Amiga devotion I never owned one. The video is narrated by Ken Nordine, who did some crazy "Word Jazz" spoken word albums. youtu.be/4X9alSsQLc8?si…

The music they play in the foyer of the office building I work in is perplexing. Most of the time it's either discount Zero 7 or some new age chakra cleansing tuneless thing. Today I heard both The Temptations and a rendition of Thelonious Monk's Bemsha Swing.

Just watched the first episode of The Tithes and I enjoyed it. 🤷‍♂️ We'll see where it goes from here. WarhammerTV has a history of "good not fantastic" overall. The Hammer and Bolter anthology has been my favorite, with Old Bale Eye being my favorite episode.

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The odds of me buying Space Marine 2 are much higher than the odds of me ever sitting down to play Space Marine 2. Evidence: Space Marine, Dawn of War 2 and 3, and Boltgun

I live in the bluest county in Michigan, and I keep my political leanings quiet in everyday life. What I have observed is that when D's think they are in like minded company they are very open about how they hate R's and wish they were dead. In similar circumstances R's make fun

For all the people I've heard bluster about how they are never giving Games Workshop another dollar, I have yet to see one follow through. Everyone I know who isn't into it any more just sort of faded into that state slowly.

Grok couldn't quite grasp the abstraction I'm afraid.

I remember watching Wall Street Week on Oct 23, 1987 when Lou Rukeyser gave this cold open in response to the market crashing that week. Yes, sometimes we needed to wait until Friday to hear people talk about events from Monday. We were savages. youtube.com/watch?v=06Q34W… RIP Lou,

Egg from my folks' flock. Mostly ISA Browns with a couple Easter Eggers thrown in.

Imagine being in high school and really liking a rock band. 4 members, raw and energetic. You listen to them all the time and see them in concert multiple times. Small intimate venues. Fast forward some years and the band suddenly has a new wave of fans, a new surge of

My wife: "make sure you let me know the time so we can leave by 6." ~6pm I try to subtly let her know without looking like a jerk. She looks at me like she doesn't know what I'm talking about, and now she's playing Euchre. Did she have a stroke in the last few hours or did I?