This is huge! Guess I’m gonna throw another hundred hours at the game.

Gamify the process. Get into Pokemon Go, Ingress, or some other game that requires travel. During each installation, leave behind a little Easter egg. Not for the customer, but for the next tech who has to service the meter. Change it up.

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Most of the time my gf does the cooking. I’m the primary breadwinner, plus she loves to cook. I do too, but she does more. I do other stuff around the house - clean up after the cats, clean floors, take out garbage - but cooking is her deal.

Breath of Fire 3. Spoilers but you’ve had decades to play.

The first boss, the nue chimera, you’re supposed to kill it because it’s terrorizing the town. You then find out as it’s dying (because it uses its final breath to jump in front of a cave to block it) that it was just trying to find food for its cubs that have already been dead for a long time. It also played some somber music during this discovery.

My 8 year old self thought it was incredibly sad.

Probably is, but it also happened in my city. My city’s gone to meth in a real bad way.

Guess it depends on your city. In my city I have literally seen a homeless person throw food back at the person who gave it to them and scream “I ASKED FOR A DOLLAR, BITCH!”

For people who don’t get it: Duck Hunt was the most popular game that used the NES zapper. The way it worked was when the trigger was pulled, the screen went black for a split second except for a square of white. The zapper read the screen to see if it was aiming at the square and that determined if you hit your target. It only worked on CRT TV screens.

Honest people played as intended - standing at a distance, using the zapper like you would a gun.

Dishonest people would hold the zapper right up to the TV.

Chaotic people would just point the zapper at something producing white light (like a lamp) and fire away, technically never missing.

At least for me, turning 30 felt liberating in a sense. You’re not really described as young anymore, and expectations of you are different.

I still care about social issues but I don’t feel pressured to be militant about them, and even if someone tried to exert that pressure I wouldn’t care. I can just say I’m tired if I don’t wanna do something and that’s considered a valid reason.

Dating? So much less pressure. I know who I am and what I want, as do others in their 30s. You figure out if you’re a good match pretty quickly.

Sure, it takes longer to bounce back from injuries, hangovers, etc and the simple act of getting up makes more snaps, crackles, and pops than a bowl of Rice Krispies. But overall it feels like I can live my life the way I want to and nobody cares. And that is a good feeling.

Misty in Cyberpunk 2077

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Clearly they must have been on to something. Let’s just ask them what they did right, clearly they must still be around if they know what they’re doing— oh.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

If it runs through a Bluetooth mesh network, wouldn’t that mean you would need a substantial userbase for this to be viable whatsoever unless you are physically near the people you want to message?

Keep dreaming.

Do you mean Hypno that had a coin on a string?

Have one. That’s the crazily fluctuating framerate I was alluding to.

Maybe I’m insane, but I would get a Switch 2 for a portable Cyberpunk that’s not running at a crazily fluctuating framerate. We’ll wait and see how it goes.

My body is ready.

That bad boy is called a chole (cho-lay) bhature (ba-too-ray). The green stuff looks like mint chutney, but if it is only green from the lighting and tastes like savory yogurt it could also be raita.