Southloop [he/him]

What? So soon?! If only somebody would introduce some common sense run control, we could put an end to these out of control political campaigns!

Teashader sunglasses and an amphetamine-fueled grin? Nothing more 90s than trying to be Natural Born Killers for marketing

The astral plane tribal chieftain bowling alley SonicWorld lore dump is peak post-Zooniverse/Mardi Gras parade. Almost as fun as “Eels” IMHO.

And Mighty Boosh.

So, is this a “Last Starfighter” kinda deal or what’s up?

I haven’t seen you mention the word “airbrush” so I don’t think the patient is beyond saving.

Yes, important step. And make sure you project these feelings onto your shared underage Indian girlfriend.

You can always back out of the commitment by having nebulously defined angry psychic space sex(?) with him before impact. By the time you hit atmosphere the asteroid should disappear.

This, but with a kit from Five Star Stories instead of Gundam. Biggest you can manage to find!

Dungeons, Drag-ons and Skrives.

On a quest for the Funky Kobold Medina.

I think “Lord of the Wings” takes the cake.

Pst! The title is goofy in English because a creative decision was made to make it sound like both a play on D’n’D and a cooking show on public television, for example “Barefoot Contessa” or “Welcome to Homegrown!” instead of doing a direct calque of its Japanese name and calling it “Dungeon Meal.” Real clunker, huh?

I honestly thought I kept getting Tomb Raider confused with the character and events of Fear Effect. Now you’ve got me even more turned around.

That’s the spirit! Be ambitious! Everybody’s always going on with “Train set! Train set!” Fuck that! I want a functioning miniature spaceport! Mixed civil and military use at that!

Well, we’re all blessed with there not being anymore song from them now that Steve Tyler’s vocal cords exploded on stage a few weeks ago.

Haha! You wanna know how bad off I am about this (and probably my whole generation)? As soon as you mentioned “video game” I immediately remembered Revolution X, the Aerosmith video game where you went from place to place shooting fascist super cops while being blasted with Aerosmith music as you save band members and “music and freedom as a whole.” It was at every skate rink and pizza joint. Help I’m drowning!

It was because of Bones. I can almost guarantee it.

“Love in an Elevator,” “Water Song/Janie’s Got a Gun,” the song from Armageddon, the one with Run DMC, “Dude (Looks Like a Lady),” “Toys in the Attic,” “Pink,” “Sweet Emotion” all had to have at least hit gold/top 40 given how many times I’ve heard them played ad nauseam during various summer and from teenagers’ bedrooms over the course of my life. Also they have a roller coaster at Disney World.

Please teach me your secret ninja wizard ways of going through life without hearing any Aerosmith.

Only if you’re one of those guys on YouTube with the channels that are downhill Hot Wheel racing series involving crafted storylines and intricately built miniature villages.

This is nothing new to me. I’ve been calling my brain dead asshole “good normal folk”conservative in-laws weird for decades.

Think your kids shouldn’t hear about sex until 18, provide no protection whatsoever and then go into deep grief when they get pregnant in their teens? Weird.

Think the Bible is in English because Jesus walked (yes, on water) to England and had it translated? Weird.

Think we failed in Iraq because we weren’t doctrinally stringent enough with our application of violence, right down to every child and bird (yes, that specific)? Weird.

Have your whole family vaccinated ASAP for COVID, but you think people with ADHD are likely influenced by demons as an explanation for their behavior, despite holding a master’s in nursing? Then change your mind on the vaccines when your kids wind up having ADHD and scramble into months-long fugue state inducing mental breakdown to try and save your babies? Weird.

Insist on buying guns for your kid who has about the most egregiously spastic cerebral palsy imaginable, all so he can defend his home, it’s okay, he watches his brother play the Fortnite! He know how they work!” Home BTW is a squalid dump no one in their right mind would chance breaking into because he’s neglected and won’t use help? Then when his older brother joins the Marines (imagine the stupidest reason why you’d join and you got it) you engineer the purchase of a class III firearm and silencer for a Christmas present to take with him to basic training—not allowed—despite your trailer home falling down around your ears and you complaining about money constantly as your kids have to skip meals? WEIRD!

Sorry for the dump. Had to get some stuff off the chest.