Meanwhile I don't even notice because I'm busy.
It happened so suddenly. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I only knew him for 5 years, but the bond we shared was stronger than anything I've ever had with another pet. He was my best friend. Go pet your kitty for me.
He changed it to Calvin, but this comment is hilarious now.
Hey that's me! I switched about a week ago. Still slowly going through my library and getting them all working, but I've got Elden Ring and Balatro so far and that's more than enough for now.
If you swallow too much at once it overextends the esophagus. This causes it to spasm. That is why it hurts sometimes.
This is innovation! Now I don't even have to play the games to get a sense of satisfaction.
It also has the advantage that nearly every button is a completely different size or shape. Making it easier to use if you have trouble knowing where your fingers are without looking.
You know, you reminded me of a vague memory. Making that same mistake in school, being corrected, and deciding that I liked it better my way. I was a stubborn child.
It went beyond that. In an attempt to ferment discontent in the group he started reading their reports out loud. Airing all their dirty laundry. Instead of getting them mad at each other he basically forced them to settle all their issues and form together, closer than ever. After that didn't work he started trying to usurp authority from the captain that he selected because he thought as a woman she would crumble under the pressure of command. His greatest accomplishment as the new captain was damaging a fuel line and failing to fix it by swimming in the fuel and water.
If I remember correctly they had to rescue him and distract him while they fixed it themselves and after that he basically sulked in the corner of the raft. Only getting the balls to try something near the end of the experiment, trying to Shanghai the raft and expand the experiment to try and force his theories into reality. After they finally got back the subjects would get together every few years to relive the good old days without him.
It's ironic, by trying to get them to hate each other he accidentally became something for all of them to rally against.
My friend played Farmer Bob at a larp. His village had a legend that the chosen one would come from the village to defeat the great evil. When things got bad enough they picked him because he was the only one who was literate at the time, so they figured that was heroic enough.
Rules for thee.
All these years later they're still missing the joke, but they're still talking about it. That's some kind of consolation prize.