I used to be un-real-ly good at Unreal. I would spend nights just playing and then cleaning up my Jolt Cola just to start work in the morning. At some point, I recall, you could find my name on public server scoreboards as one of the many top headshot people. In. The. World.
The other day, I showed Unreal to offspring. Today, she showed me this. I swear, it has to be genetics. Just the fact that she's doing this while listening to Sam Cook is sending me indeed.
Nashville. A city in the middle of an American state which is deeply conservative, where "everyone" prays to Dolly Parton, drinks whiskey, and owns a cowboy hat, a few guns, as well as real cowboy boots. Right? Or?
Now the social app formerly known as Twitter, X, wants you to verify your identity by uploading your ID. If this becomes a requirement, my account will be script-deleted so that I can remove as much data as a user possibly can.
