Also, at least officially, the reason they baptize teenagers with the names of your dead ancestors is because they believe baptism of a physical body is necessary for salvation, AND that they will continue to pester said dead ancestors to convert to Mormonism in heaven’s waiting room.

If some random little shit who lied to his local bishop about cranking it three times a week will get dunked when they read the right name, apparently that helps with the backlog or something, and White Jesus really wants them to get right on that, I assume because his dad is up his ass about TPS Reports or something.

Actually, yeah, it’s probably just that.

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“sporting ideal”

I think that would have been fine, honestly. She’s presumably drawn to him in part because in the pads he embodied an ideal of the rugged, powerful, and large ice hockey player, the shape matching the perception of the sport itself, but in street clothes he’s apparently just a dude.

If you can step back cognitively and see it’s your own pre-existing expectations, then yeah, I can absolutely see this. As an American, when I visited Paris, my preconceived notion of dogs in Paris sort of unavoidably meant, “my dogs, or dogs I know, in Paris.” My dogs are reasonably well socialized for a suburban American introvert’s dogs, but they would be an absolute menace in Paris.

They pull on the leash because they spend most of their outside time in the backyard or with their heads out the car window, so walkies is a special occasion, for good or for ill. They are obsessed with every new person until that person has moved on. Sitting calmly at a cafe has happened once or twice, but it takes a bit to get them used to it. One of them is a bit weird about new foot textures he hasn’t dealt with. Everything about Paris is different from their everyday life, and much of it is different from my everyday life. To a certain extent, it would be the same in any pedestrianized urban area, but Paris is also so aesthetically distinct.

So, to see dogs just doing their thing, confident and happy, barking at neighbors from a 130-year old wrought iron balcony railing instead of through a cedar fenceboard, accompanying their owner for daily outdoor market shopping instead of being told they can’t come this time because I’ll be getting out of the car, or walking through that crushed-limestone surface Paris seems to like for their parks (unlike any city I’ve been to in the US), all of that endows the dogs with a certain “Frenchness” that will seem weird until you parse it. It’s amplified if the owner’s sense of style or affect strikes an American’s eye, or even their subconscious, as distinctively French.

I like the Bethesda games a lot, but “cover shooter” is a pretty specific genre where melee is deemphasized and each stage has this kind of linear progression where the use of cover is mandatory and is a very developed gameplay mechanic. In looking it up, it seems to have originated in its modern form in a 2003 game called Kill.Switch.

ME2 leaned into it heavily for combat, and also simplified the RPG stats development and the rest of the equipment system. It just made it feel a lot less like Kotor or Dragon Age Origins, which was jarring but not bad once I accepted it was continuing this story I really liked with a rather different style of game.

I suppose someday I’ll play Andromeda.

That is superb.

They have platforms to do this with ebooks, and it is an assache that also thoroughly underlines the absurdity of pretending that IP is 1:1 analogous with tangible items. Can’t “borrow” a digital file for six weeks because two people have already done so and five more put their names on a list before me?

We gotta support creators, I get that, but copyright itself was always a hack based on literal scarcity of books.

At least ME1 was still a CRPG. Took me a while to forgive them for turning the series into upjumped cover shooters, but once I did, 2 and 90% of 3 were still great rides.

Couldn’t make any other drink to save his life.

That’s just, like, your opinion, man!

Some say the APIpocalypse refugees were… optimistic.

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Lol, I mean there was also the erosion of the US program’s reputation for solid central defenders and excellent goalkeepers, but no doubt about it: yall were the better team AND certainly came out hot.

I thought the original call last week was harsh because at full speed you can see an argument that the B&H player changes his vector and initiates the very contact that throws Balogun off balance, but it’s not insane to go the other way, and the slow-mo VAR of the exact moment looks like a textbook case of intent being irrelevant.

Everything after that is a national embarrassment for the US, and FIFA’s gaslighting of Belgium should (but won’t) get Infantino voted out in disgrace.

Look, sir, NAZGUL!

Fair enough. I’ve checked levels on a good number of transmissions over the years but never a fancy BMW’s. Possibly also power steering fluid.

It doesn’t look like a 1967 Impala…

Can’t be. No burlap-sack wallpaper.

But yeah, the general point is well taken. They’re so value-priced institutional. You could just imagine the bean counters in Salt Lake revising the approved architectural drawings and paint colors for Tithing Generation Facility, model 1988, rev. 3.

Dude is very possibly a boomer, or I guess Gen X, douchebag, but he’s not necessarily much past 60. He looks like hell because he just totaled his midlife crisis car in memeworthy fashion and had half a dozen airbags explode in his face.

Everybody else has cc already said, but the transmission fluid in particular is why it’s red.

I’ve had it pounded and pan fried. It was like a somewhat tougher, gamier chicken-fried steak or wienerschnitzel.

It was… okay. Wouldn’t turn it down, but also wouldn’t seek it out.

Yeah. I don’t think this is too hard to parse, nor is it likely to be some cogent political protest.

1. New flat surface attracts graffiti.
2. Within a short time, someone else breaks the glass to get access to the balls because they can’t or won’t use the app.

There could easily be an element of “fuck that app,” but the “reward” here is access to a basketball while at the park. I think Occam’s razor is an appropriate initial framework.

It also looks like the city was prudent and avoided a major investment of tax money.

Around here (Texas), it’s the cream cheese and smoked salmon that make a place call it a Philly Roll, and the avocado vs cucumber varies by restaurant. Avocado is pretty popular though, because anything that evokes Tex-Mex will find an audience.