Thank you. Now, insofar as it concerns apostrophes (he said pedantically), couldn’t it be argued that the tools we have at our immediate disposal for making ourselves understood through text are simply inadequate to express the depth of a thought? And wouldn’t it therefore be more appropriate to condemn the lack of tools rather than the person using them creatively, despite their simplicity? At what point do we cast off the blinders and leave the guardrails behind? Or shall we always bow our heads to the wicked chroniclers who have made unwitting fools of us all; and for what? Evolving our language? Our birthright?

No, I say! We have surged free of the feeble chains of the Oxfords and Websters of the world, and no guardrail can contain us! Let go your clutching minds of the anchors of tradition and spread your wings! Fly, I say! Fly and conformn’t!

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I relinquish the pedant stick.

Great review, random person on the internet!

I have these conversations all the time and I’m so amused by them, because everyone has wildly different stories.

For my part, 3 ships, all small boys. In the early 2000s we would put socks, undershirts, and skivvies in laundry bags to be taken to ships laundry, where the Ship’s Servicemen (SHs) would use industrial washers and dryers to do entire berthings worth of laundry at a time. That’s why all uniforms had to be stenciled, they would mostly be thrown in together and then sent back to the right berthing to be divvied out by the compartment cleaners that day.

You could take your chances with your civilian clothes, but for the most part we would go in search of laundromats and cleaning services during port visits.

By the 2010s ships laundry was used mostly for coveralls, and a portion of the space was carved out for individual washers and dryers. I think we had 4 or 5 washers/dryers for the ~280 crew, then a set for the wardroom and a set for the chiefs mess.

The Spider-Man games come close, but that first Arkham game was just so well done

“Not me, officer, I’m… Borodymyr Kraszynski.” I’m imagining a huge fake mustache.

Dude, seeing the 3 other horsemen come down at the end of the first game had me so fucking hyped

When people get too old, the next step is death. We are now older than we have ever been!

You’re equating reading to writing, which are distinct enough skill sets that they deserve separate conversations. I think this is less a matter of willpower and more about actual capability.

Making assumptions about the way other people feel or think is unproductive and unnecessary. Maybe you want them to be mad, to fight back, but you’re just some words on a screen right now, so it only comes off as being an asshole.

What’s the justification? That the numbers are coming from Gaza officials?

If you don’t know what you want before you’re 24, should you be allowed to make any decisions?

Hell, Fable flashback!

I get so caught up in making sure my meaning can’t possibly be misinterpreted that I get lost on my way to the point. I guess I don’t want to be a cherry-picked example of somebody being stupid on the Internet.

It does. Applying the video game logic, it looks badass at first glance, but once you play a little bit and learn more about what’s out there, you find out it’s kinda a noob trap.