What an incredibly unfortunate time to find out what a mistake it was to unfollow Ken Jennings a few months back (not active enough). I'd add him again but it just feels wrong since I've given up Jeopardy for the foreseeable future.

Does anyone else remember when you used to see FEMA personnel on the ground when you saw all that footage of communities affected by the natural disaster du jour?

Here's some advice for these trying times.When I go shopping, I budget in for a little extra bag of beans, a little extra tin of coffee or a little extra tank of crickets.

Brain: Beer before liquor, never sicker. Self: Yeah, I know, but I literally started on this pack of peanut butter stout fifteen minutes ago and these are only liquor-filled chocolates. Brain: ...Two great tastes that taste great together. Self: Exactly! Glad you see it my way.

Apparently my cat doesn't like listening to Tindersticks. Seems to be a big club but I ain't in it.

I've been drinking too much eggnog.

Like, if we just take Elmo's story at face value and don't assume he's Christmas Keyser Soze, at best, he's probably doomed to a "Bonnie Hunt at the beginning of Jumanji" level of hermitude after this incident.

"Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa but, as for me and Grandpa, we believe." This song becomes even darker when you come to realize Elmo is singing it from an interrogation room.

Ah shit, there's actually people on Bluesky now? I guess I'll have to think of better content than just reposting Bodega Cats, huh?

Decided to log back on here and give this another shot. So far, I found three people on the distant edges of my gaming/gameshow social circle who had a similar thought within the last month so hi, folks.