EVERYBODY on the planet knows what a Nazi salute is. No one has ever done it by unintentionally. Least of all, a guy like Musk.

There is no other way to interpret it. Some things are facts. Some things don’t require “critical thinking.” It’s insane that we now argue over whether or not the sky is blue.

Dang! You got me beat. The account I still use is from 2004, when Half-Life 2 came out. I remember thinking it was bullshit that I had to sign up for something, and connect to the internet to install a physical game I bought.

Then about five years later, I stayed at my mom’s house for a couple nights, found myself bored, remembered I had my PC in her basement, and set it up. When I discovered that Steam remembered the three games I had, and let me download them (despite losing my HL2 disc years before), my head exploded. It’s wild what it is now and how normalized that is.

Ambian, maybe? I don’t especially like disco, and my name isn’t Doug. But I felt it in my heart at some point that isn’t exactly clear to me.

For the longest time, I could never understand how anyone could put more than like 100 hours into a game. The most I’ve ever gotten is 200ish, but that was from years of drunk Rocket League with friends.

Then, in the same week, I got an adderall prescription and discovered Noita. I’m sitting at around 500 hours since June. That game has my soul.