Not sure how the fuck Lucy Glo and Sugarbee outranked Cosmic Crisp. Running a produce department has proven both apples to be extemely unpopular, and I’ve tried to promote them for a couple of years now since they hit the market. They’re just not good apples. People don’t even buy them after samples. Meanwhile Cosmic and Honeycrisp reign supreme, with Pink Lady coming after. Gala and McIntosh are still loved by the elderly and normies. But Sugarbee especially is some aggressively marketed trash.

The bigger the Cosmic Crisp, the better the taste. Can’t say much for the tiny ones that come in 3-lb. bags. They need more time to grow.

America is a shithole. I got out in '17 and my quality of life has improved tenfold.

No problem. I don’t know what it is about 6am bathroom time that makes me write novels.

It functions well enough that I haven’t noticed anything off, save for maybe two occasions in 40+ hours where I was unlucky enough to have bandits spawn in near me. Once out in the woods, and one time they literally appeared sitting in chairs in the room I had just passed through, then attacked on my way back through it. You can’t help but laugh when it happens, but it’s nowhere near like it was on release.

I know that several of the squads I encounter in the wild have been artificially spawned in just outside of my exclusion radius, but they move organically enough that I’ve never had my immersion broken with the impression that these aren’t just stalkers on their own mission. Sure, if I reload a ways back and travel the same route, it may well be a different assortment of them, no one at all, or maybe bandits or mutants the next time, but rather than feeling tacky it keeps the Zone feeling unpredictable. Retracing my steps after reloading often results in a wildly different experience from Point A to Point B, so I can’t cheese my way through much of anything.

I’ve also encountered large, roaming packs of mutants who, when avoided, travel well outside of my exclusion radius and continue to be heard far off in the distance (Flesh are a good example) even though they’re no longer rendered on my screen. I’ve traveled in that direction a short time later just to run into the same pack having changed direction, so there definitely are some persistent A-Life doing their thing out there. It’s just sprinkled with some chance encounters.

All in all, the A-Life isn’t exactly where they/we want it to be, but they’ve taken enough corrective steps that I find it very enjoyable, and I say that as a long-term fan of the originals, as well as hardcore versions like Anomaly. Honestly, the only thing I truly dislike about STALKER 2 is the number of bloodsuckers. They’ve become a lot easier to dispatch with my better gear, but if I’m ever going to run into three bloodsuckers in the wild, it should be like one time. But there are times where I encounter packs of them several times per day, and on Veteran difficulty that is absolute bullshit.

STALKER 2, and I haven’t felt this frightened to climb down into the basement of a decrepit waste processing station since the original trilogy. So in short, it hits just right.

I actually stood in my kitchen last night eating some yogurt and two Lucky Charms cereal bars just to procrastinate what I knew I had to do.

I could definitely beat the piss out of a salmon, especially if we were brawling out-of-water. A sheep too. I might get a little hurt, but I think I’d be evenly matched with an angry sheep.

I also love marriage. I could chuck my wife off a bridge some days, and at times she admits she deserves it, but 95% of the time we are having a wonderful time. 9 years married, 14 years together. Apparently a lot of people marry women they don’t get along with and then wonder why their marriage sucks. Or have kids to “bring them closer together”.

No, mate. Zalyssia just feels like that. We’re all very drunk.

You won’t fool me, bandit… These are fucking anomalies. But not the kind of anomalies that produce any worthwhile artifacts. Quite the contrary. These are the kind that will kill Kirill in far darker ways than an explosive heart.

After taking a car door to the head during heavy winds, I experienced immediate and recurring night terrors/sleep paralysis for two years. They started out pretty extreme, with me waking up on my stomach with some kind of creature pinning me to the bed. I’d struggle enough to lift my head a few inches, only to find my pillow was filled with distorted, open-mouthed faces stretching out at me from the material.

As time went in the hallucinations gradually waned in extremity, though never becoming anything comfortable. I would open my eyes to see a phosphorescent grid encompassing my walls, or millions of flies on my bedroom ceiling. Once my cat was staring up at them too, and I believed what was happening was real, only to wake up a moment later facing a different direction, and my cat fast asleep at my feet.

Eventually it’s as though my soul became heavy or something. I slept on the top floor of a two-story home, with a very old colonial-era basement below it. I would constantly find myself one or two floors directly beneath my bed, all but glued to the ground and trying with all my might to crawl out of the damp, dark cellar toward the stairs, but too sluggish and/or paralyzed to do it. I felt terrified down there in the darkness. Eventually the adrenaline would wake me up safely in my bed.

Throughout the entire ordeal I would somewhat frequently open my eyes to see some sort of ghostly or transparent entity looming over my bed, leaning over or staring down at me. The last night I ever experienced an episode, I woke up to see that very entity, but I realized suddenly that the entity was me. It was me standing there, looking down at myself. I became angry. I felt like these episodes had ruined my life, and made sleeping something I no longer looked forward to. The rage came to a head. I activated every nerve in my body to try to break free of the paralysis. I gritted my teeth as I succeeded, groaning the words “FFFFRUUUUCKK YYRRROOOOUU!!!” as I bolted up from my bed and lunged through my own ghost. Then I never saw it again. In fact, I never had another night terror since. It’s been years now. A decade at least.

I love the meta here, with Ross spearheading the petition and also being the voice of Freeman’s Mind. I adore that series.

I don’t even watch Star Trek, and these memes remain one of my all-time favorites to see throughout Lemmy. They’re just delightful.

I’m in a similar boat. I immigrated to Canada back in 2017, and I have a daughter now who is turning five. As of right now Facebook is the single most effortless way for me to stay in contact with my friends and family back home, and allows them to feel familiar with and/or connected to me and my daughter.

If I reincarnate into a lesser/smaller form, I hope it’s an owl like fifty times in a row. Just chilling up all night in a tree, taking in the spooks but also being the spooks. Hoot mysteriously in the night as you feel safe and wise in the twilight boughs, observing the night pass by in the forest below. What a life.

Me getting by the old man who stops right in the entryway of Costco to look around bewildered.

Oh, hell yeah! And there will be some new ghoulish goliath like Sloth, but more akin to the Toxic Avenger, who dwells within the trash warrens and helps the protagonists thwart the bad guys.

You know, there’s actually another trilogy even better than Lord of the Rings that was never written because this exact scenario played out. You would have loved it, but the guy who killed the other guy really did everyone a solid.

Anyone have an issue with the shadows/night rendering very strangely in The Sims 3? My wife has been playing it on Windows 10 lately, and while her UI and well-lit sims or objects are all completely normal, anything in the shadows (especially the grass outside at night) looks like her GPU is fucking up. It’s a mix of purple with grainy red and green textures throughout. Almost like her shadows are only rendering in a 64 bit colour palette.

Wish I could fuck that butt. That toad frog is the perfect shaped woman.