I have sat for nearly 10 minutes while the unbelted person fumed mostly silently

You get one chance to put it on before I pull the car over and put it in park. In this case I turned the car off, pulled out my headphones, and started watching Lord of the Rings on my phone.

The best driver in the world can still get T-boned at an intersection or rear ended at a stop sign. I'm the one driving, you will abide by my safety rules. Take your own vehicle or ride the bus if you don't want a seat belt.

Inside those shells is a tiny disco ball

My wife's best friend's roommate believes she is a witch that casts spells to bring her wealth and fame, and in her words, they "don't seem to be working" and she "doesn't know what she's doing wrong" because she "followed the spell perfectly"

She also refused to use my spare hammock when she tagged along unexpectedly over the weekend until she could burn some sage and waft it around because apparently my hammock was apparently possessed by someone who died in a hammock.

She also asked, repeatedly, if she could do a tarot card reading, but warned me if I wanted to try and ask the same yes or no question, her deck "likes to be a catty bitch" and give random answers. Crazy how that works out...

My wife also used to live with some people who claimed to be a witch and a warlock and that their property was haunted by natives who had been buried there and I would absolutely 100% see them if I ever spent the night. Sadly, despite assurances that they were around every night, I didn't see them any of the times I stayed over, even when I camped in a tent half a mile from the house.

And quite a few people around me are super duper into crystal healing.

Weird, I was literally just thinking about FLoB last week, and meant to see if he ever got there.

My wife asked what I was doing, so that side tracked me into explaining the Far Lands, and we ended up playing Minecraft for the night.

I honestly expected it to take WAY longer to get there.

If I wanted to go through the process of trying to recover my facebook, I guarantee I would get a few dozen people tossing out hand emojis and saying "amen" before anyone notices I'm not talking about the christian god

I used to play black ops 1 a shitload. I was fresh out of highschool and it was my first online game after getting internet. I already liked FPS games and this was interactive FPS with actual skilled people instead of shitty bullet sponge bots.

As for why people love them so much now? I have no idea. I'm sure I also wouldn't have cared for them if I had played online games earlier in life.

I'd much rather have a compelling story nowadays.

Damn, that's the same bass-ackwards logic that record companies use to say piracy makes them lose money.

Spoiler alert: the majority of people pirating your stuff would not have otherwise purchased it. You have lost nothing.

Similarly, the majority of people using gamepass to play the game would absolutely not have bought the game, especially since it's the same game as last time, with new names and skins.

For instance: the last call of duty game I bought was MW3. I only played black ops 2 when someone got two copies for their birthday and gave one to me I only remember playing for the zombies. I have played a total of less than 30 minutes, from startup screen to shutdown, of all the call of duties since then. Absolutely no chance in hell I'd buy another one. But I'm sure Microsoft would have included me trying it out as a potential lost sale of every one of them.

Rude is the coworker who thinks their shirts meant to antagonize anyone left of the US version of "center" are hilarious, rude are the coworkers who talk shit about trans people on break, rude are those who spend every conversation saying "mentally ill people should be locked up and oh by the way trans people are mentally ill", rude are the ones who make the LGBTQ employees scared that one day they'll just come to work and find a parking lot full of people waiting to jump them because the government said it's legal.

I consider myself quite polite when these things happen in my workplace and I'm not slashing tires or torching cars, and instead all I do is say "hey that's not okay and here's why..."

Doesn't stop HR from coming and telling me I need to be respectful of my coworkers opinions. (HR guy is a democrat, but like... One of those "if you're being oppressed please resist quietly and peacefully within the confines of the oppressive laws made specifically to target you" kind of liberals)

Remember kids: the standard you walk past is the standard you accept.

Read the story and be pissed by how any news outlet phrases it in any way other than "this man was murdered in a pre-meditated manner after prolonged harassment from psychotic neighbors who previously murdered their dog"

Rorschach was right about one thing, people like this shouldn't get to go to jail. Rabid Animals get put down.

Fight fire with napalm.

Works every time.

Here's the one that convinced my dad that connecting everything is bad:

Your smart fridge knows what's inside and knows you just added a 12 pack of soda and donuts to the shopping list. They sell that data to a bunch of companies, including your insurance company. They know you have diabetes.

Your insurance rates just went up for the fifth time this year because your insurance company knows what you're eating.

And it's a good thing you don't drink beer or your car insurance would have gone up 'due to increased risk factors.' too bad you wanted to buy a new car this year.

Not only can you not afford it now, the price went up because they know you want a car. I'm sure they would make a payment deal with you though.

And every company will know all about the deal, the beer, the donuts, and all it took was sending money to whatever company had the information, and they were more than happy to sell it.

The more we allow companies to freely operate like this without regulation and without proper punishment for breaking the rules, we will continue sliding toward the hellscape of Ferenginar. For the non trekkies, it's a hyper-capitalist species of profit-driven assholes.