The Destiny Reddit is such a complex place. I can't stay there for very long - it's like trying to fit inside of a grandfather clock without a) interrupting its function or b) having your own function interrupted by its gears or pendulum. It's a perfect commingling of matter and antimatter, an open forum where there are precisely the same number of proponents for or against any action, and a reasonably high level of conceptual rigor, so that by the time I finish a thread the only thing I'm convinced of is that a bunch of my time is irretrievably lost and I don't have anything to show for it.

Last year around this time I discovered sim racing and this year I’ve discovered Gunpla. I guess I’m just a sucker for a new hobby. I’ve seen Gundam models in hobby shops my entire life, but I had never seen any of the shows and while I thought the robots looked cool, I just never investigated them. I certainly had no idea that they fit together entirely without glue or that the models came in a variety of grades each with its own level of difficulty and detail. After starting the original series on a lark a couple weeks ago, I became a fast fan of the story and the setting. I picked up a beginner level Gunpla kit and built it with my son Noah who just turned 11 yesterday. We had so much fun we moved up right away to the next grade of difficulty called High Grade. These kits are the same size (1/144) but much more intricate and fun to build. 

We sorta have the opposite problem; I have hands that resent their given function, hands that flop and writhe, hands that are happy to cover an entire PCB in a thin layer of solder when trying to join a single junction. He has perfectly still art hands. If I'm gonna undertake the kind of labor required to build a bunch of models, there has to be a scenario where I arrange said models with precision, roll well, and still lose somehow. Sorry! That's how it's gotta be.

I understand he might have gone hard at the USA Gundam Store. That's not, like, an affiliate link or anything. We don't know them. I just sorta know that once Gabe had boiled down a bunch of the options he ended up going with them.

In truth, Monsieur Gribeaux offered nothing but support in real-time. But as a practical matter, he considers the manifold threat of the outer wilds something of a solved problem.

The Penny Arcade iRacing league does ovals on Mondays. I usually only do the Thursday night race but this one sounded too fun to miss. We will be racing the Radical SR8 at Talladega...at night. Super fast cars on a ridiculously fast track in the pitch black, let's do it! I'll be opening the Pit Crew around 6PT this evening over on Twitch if you'd like to watch along. My guess is this one will be action packed!

My food hole is healing nicely, thank you for asking. Obviously, the chicken that was trying to kill me was removed and burned. But I ate the rest of the chicken from that dinner last night so that it would understand that I can't be intimidated in this way. I did the thing with the chicken where I pointed at it with two fingers, roughly where its beady little eyes might have been, and then pointed the fingers toward my own eyes so that it knew the score.

I. I just woke up from surgery. I wish that I knew what was happening. The main thing I gotta do is apologize to all these people for making them wake up in the middle of the night. I ate some chicken wrong and it’s now impacted a lot of lives. Let's get the ol’ shame engine warmed up - it’s never been off this long before, two full hours they tell me, and I feel naked in the absense of its oily cloak. Dr. Shanna, Nurse Belva, I'm sorry. I think a better man might not have instigated the causal chain that resulted in you having to come in here at two in the morning. That’s what I mean to say, and I take a running start at it, except the place where their names should be are like the holes that lead down into a rabbit’s den. If I try to grab them, they just go further in. I learn that if I want to retrieve one of these warm, lost words, I simply form the sentence around it, like a Mad Lib. I leave a little space for the name, and it sniffles its way out of the warren right after the honorifics. When it finally does come out, in the sacred sequence that retains its meaning, they don’t even know what I’m talking about. They don’t know why I’m using my energy in this way. They only want me to feel better. That’s something that firmly distinguishes them from Dr. Fuckface.

They threw the crib door wide in Washington State for vaccines come the 15th, if you want one you can have one, provided you’re over sixteen I think. I got in just under the wire because of the old Asthma commingled with my substantial bulk. For the longest time I wasn’t really aware of the fact that I had fairly significant asthma, just that I preferred Strength to Cardio, at least partially because it was physically possible for me to do the first one without feeling like a black, sucking hole had formed in my chest cavity. I always look to myself first, when I detect a failure on some level: is this failure the result of my being weak, vile, or otherwise reprehensible?

Here’s how it works: if a person comes toward me with a needle, for any reason, my mind becomes decoupled from my body. It floats above, looking down.

It's a really twisted business model to rob people of the sunset of their lives by goading them with shit they never would have seen otherwise. Grandma doesn't need to know about this shit. She doesn't need to know about demonic sneakers. Unless Lil Nas X drops a sick collab with Dr. Scholls, she's good.

League of Legends: Wild Rift is executed to a really high degree. Right now, I can't play that and Monster Hunter so I'm playing Monster Hunter. Not because they didn't do a good job or because I don't have cross-game access to my shit or whatever. It's just literally not possible to do because of how time is dumb.

Well, shit.

God dammit, I thought it was gonna be fine, I thought I was gonna get out clean, S-Tier (Full Escape), but now Gabriel has made the slightest, almost silent invitation to play and now it's installing. Fuck! I held out for almost a full day.

Thursday is Race Day and we're turning tonight's stream into A GIANT MUD PIT! Don't miss as the Penny Arcade iRacing league takes on Crandon International Speedway! Come see Count Truckula devour an entire CITY BUS! Watch in horror as Mike Racecar drives this 1.5 mile hellscape tipsy on hard cider and with almost no practice! the Pit Crew opens tonight on Twitch at 7:30PT!

EA wants back into simulated golf but I guess I don't care.