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I really enjoy the explosion at the end.

Through the rest of the movie the effects are timeless and suck you into the movie. Then you get that finale and remember this movie came out in the 70s

This sounds like analysis paralysis. If you have 5 games, it’s easy to select one. If you have 416, it’s difficult to select one.

I’ve often found that the more options I have, the more difficult it is to come to a decision. And when you think about “what game should I play,” it sounds like a silly problem to have. But when you extend it to other problems in life, like “what should I have for dinner,” then you see it start to cause some pretty serious problems.

Lately I think I spend more time trying to decide what to play than I do playing games. Then I’m not always successful in making a decision, or might run out of time, and then I don’t play any games. Following the same reasoning, sometimes I don’t eat dinner.

If you start to notice this is becoming an actual problem, the good news is there are tools and techniques that can help you make a decision. About a thousand of them. Good luck picking one.

To hang out together intentionally, outside of work, more than once. If you no longer ever want to hang out, they’re probably not friends anymore.

I have a few coworkers I’m tempted to call friends. At the very least, we’re friendly. But I also know that once either of us leave the job, we probably won’t see each other anymore.

In a more general sense, I call a lot of people “friend” without necessarily considering us friends. Mostly strangers and customers, and it’s meant in a disarming way, like “Sorry friend, we’re sold out.”

I’m friendly with most people, but then to consider someone a friend feels like taking the relationship to a new level.

I don’t think I could be a police officer either. I’d have a hard time restraining myself from popping a smart-mouthed, troublesome, and reckless cop in the face.

Apparently it’s been “and it works” for most of the company’s history, but I remember it being “but it works” too

I’m surprised I couldn’t find a video, but I’m pretty sure there was a string of ads in probably the mid 2000s that all had the same spokesman, and his delivery sure sounded like “but.” They were on TV all the time in the period where I was still watching TV

This is fascinating though, I’m not sure I’ve ever personally witnessed the Mandela effect. I mean, I’m sure I have been before, but to actually catch it in action is new to me

If your heart’s not really in it, I don’t want it

In this case, you could upload it to YouTube where it will be taken down and seen by a whole no people

Tax breaks for tech bros

My pet theory: Radicalize the disenfranchised to incite domestic terrorism and further OpenAI’s political goals.

My level of antagonism depends on how self-destructive brain wants to be.

Brain wants me to eat a whole cheesecake even though lactose doesn’t always agree with me. Okay, well, Brain wants me to be happy and also acquire those sweet, sweet calories, I respect that.

Brain wants me to vividly imagine sticking a knife in my belly while I’m chopping vegetables for dinner. Sorry Brain, you’re kind of a dick.

I’ve heard of therapists recommending you name your brain - particularly someone you dislike - so that you can separate yourself from the part of you that runs amok.

Fuckin’ Greg’s at it again, won’t let me sleep until I check to see if the door’s locked for the seventh time. Boy, I hate that guy.

Too spooky for me

Personally, I think boiling my pasta alive is too cruel

Okay then, be wrong :)

“Around here” is in the vicinity of the speaker

“Around there” is in the vicinity of the subject

It’s an error of one letter, neither of you have to be jerks about it

I would totally smoke that hamster

God, I hope not

This is presumably a goose down jacket, it’s essentially stuffed with goose feathers

It’s either that or fisting

I worked at a Walmart as a teenager, and if you had a milestone anniversary (every 5 years), you’d get a new nametag (also your timeclock badge) that celebrated how many years of service you had.

There were people with 50 year badges, and they were super proud of them.

If I hit 10 while working there, I’d probably kill myself