And Mighty Boosh.

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?

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.

I hate to be a party pooper contrarian, but you can do this tour if you’re ever in Chicago. I heartily recommend it and the architecture riverboat tour!

http://www.illinoislaborhistory.org/tours

Psh! Chicken!

Yeah. I didn’t understand why myself. Everybody knows that’s going to be done by one putting their finger in the other’s bellybutton.

Same in the US military. To fly anything is pretty stringently rigorous and high competition.

“Easiest” flight pipeline is probably the Army’s “High School-To-Flight School” which takes exceptional high schoolers and places them as warrant officer helicopter pilots. But in ten years of existence it’s only produced maybe 80 pilots.

Conversely, for Navy Aviation (say, fast jets for example) you have to graduate in the top 50% of your class from a top 200 university, preferably with a BS, within a certain seated height and uncorrected vision acuity, pass the officer qualification test, the aviator qualification test, officer school with a high proficiency, two years of flight school finishing in the top 20%, select fast fixed-wing jets, hopefully find an open seat, then qualify on catapult and cable retrieval. All for a total of about 1800 seats. After that it’s trying to qualify and be elected to Top Gun and hope it doesn’t ruin your career.

Any ambulatory mecha would have massive motion sickness issues for the pilot whenever it walked. Suspending the operator in a fluid would possibly dampen the effects of bobbing around on the vestibular system and dampen shock from collisions or high-G turns. At least I imagine. I haven’t played Peace Walker but that’d be my reason for that to be in the design.

For me it’s the same as watching a ballet, but without the predetermined outcome of narrative theatre/dance. In the process of this, I need a protagonist I relate to. The easiest emotional connection I’m going to form is to my hometown teams given my mnemonic and experiential connection to it, especially having lived prior to the genera death of monocultural and regional identity in the US.

In the case of my alma mater and college sports, I tend to relate it as imagine your local sporting club association football team, but attach it to an entity that plays a gigantic part in educating you, housing you for your first time alone (in a walkable community no less), feeding you, facilitating your first experiences as a young adult away from home, setting up your professional network and several adult friendships — and in my case — hooks up your first big-boy job, licenses and the high pay that follows. So yeah, I’ll buy the sweatshirt and hoot like a doofus for my alma maters’ bottom-wrung Big Ten and PAC 12 teams every January and March. Hell, I’ll wear the free suits they gave me every quarter while I’m at it.

I don’t know. Saying “milk drinker” makes you sound like a total Melvin.

They are one of our more dollar-intensive ordnance delivery vectors.

I hear that and I just have to name some sort of mental illness as cause, though. There has to be a major interrupt in your processes to perform an action like that.