Or using a laugh react as a thumbs down.

Right? I browse Twitter a lot and whenever I do I just kidding no I don’t.

Those Sony WEGAs were bananas. Mine weighed 99lbs. I remember.

Who would win? A beautiful drawing my ex made, or one sullen, AI-generated spiky boi?

It’s Jen-Hsun, but he goes by the name “Jensen”.

“Yeah, but if you go to those countries in Europe, you’ll find that almost no one likes the socialized health care they have in their country.” - Every American conservative and libertarian ever trying to defend the freedumb of paying thousands of dollars out of pocket each year for basic medical treatment.

some bad actor to step in before that happens. Possibly SA.

Shohreh Aghdashloo is one of the finest actors of our time. You shut your damn mouth.

Edit: Sorry, I just figured out you meant South America. Yeah, I hate that country, too…buncha jerks.

I remember listening to showtimes this way because I was the oldest kid in my family and my mom would rarely take us to the movies, and even when she did it was always some rated G film to cater to the youngest sibling, and listening to the showtimes let me imagine a day when I’d have a job and could go to the movies any time I wanted.

Now I have that. I can go to the movies any time I want. And yet… gestures broadly at the garbage that passes for films today…

It definitely wasn’t. There were different codes for all sorts of shit…different types of legal advice, gardening tips, mental health issues, you name it. There was no internet available, at least no internet any non-academic civilians had access to. Moviephone was still a couple years away when I remember discovering the red pages. We’re talking mid-to-late 1980s here.

Now that I am trying to look up anyone else referencing the red pages, I am not really finding anything tbph. I know I didn’t imagine them. Maybe it was just a DFW thing? idk

Oh, I remember Challenger. Third grade, my teacher was so excited to show us the launch because of Christa McAuliffe, and then ba-boom. She had this visceral, horrified look on her face that left an indelible impression on me to this day. It was that look that really helped me understand the meaning of death.

She left the TV on, and I’m glad she didn’t try to shield us from what had happened…kids need to learn about these things, and that was the ultimate learning moment.

There were red pages in the phone book that had a number you could call and enter a four-digit code to hear movie showtimes or the Joke of the Day.

When people say they are tired of LGBTQ labels, what they are saying is “I’m too lazy to learn them” at best or “I think your delusional” at worst.

When they complain about there being too many new LGBTQ labels (neopronouns, pansexual, agender, etc.) compared to decades past while not complaining about the fact that there are too many new tech words these days (Bluetooth, QR code, Hotspot, NFC, etc.), it shows that their issue isn’t with vocabulary but with queer people.

The queer version of “I don’t see color.”

Now imagine the unending, visceral vitriol you’d be feeling if you also happened to be transgender, and you’ll come close to understanding how I feel 24/7.