And then they sold us Skyrim. And then they sold us Skyrim. And then they sold us Fallout. And then they sold us Skyrim. And then

It all started with that shitty horse armour

Tbh it is if if you have undiagnosed myopia

Americans can always be relied upon to do the right thing, once we’ve tried everything else. You don’t have to keep reminding us every decade.

Yeah. cash me outside

I’ll fit in great until they realise I don’t smoke and I like cucumbers

Goddamn they live better than us in every way

Bruh I answer faxes and letters, and I actually prefer that.

Damn that sucks, all y’all unemployed?

I open my laptop and answer about six emails.

Given the horrific treatment it’s more like the bullet grazed them. What a fucked up thing to experience.

I’m struggling to even write this comment while my family is nattering away in the next room, fuck writing code while people talk

Auditory processing disorder makes it really hard to deal with multiple people talking.

I work from home, so

It’s not simple. The only real way I have to know if it’s a problem is to react based on whether the jokes are funny or not.

Example: When my life is being literally ruined, I don’t joke about suicide, I joke about how much fun I’m having. When I get a loose eyelash stuck under my eyelid though it’s right to “Jesus fuck just kill me please”.

I’m only saying I agree with the chap. Have you been to Paris? It’s lovely in April.

Aaahaha. Back when Facebook was still a thing I would vaguebook with Protomen lyrics. God knows what I was thinking

Nothing spoils a vacation quicker. You teach yourself some of the language, get on with the locals, avoid the tourist traps, and just when you’ve forgotten all your troubles and you’re feeling magnanimous and at your ease, someone nearby goes and ruins it.

They will be existing quite blamelessly among their friends and family, conversing to each other normally, or even more pleasantly than usual. At home you might smile for them and the happiness they had found. Here however, they strike you as unbearably loud and unspeakably crass. You notice how badly their clothes fit, and yet how you wish they’d wear more.

With an orclike air and children in tow they evoke the forced march of Merry and Pippin, and it wounds your feelings to see so many of them unchecked in civilised lands. Their travel agent must be a raven-haired, sallow-faced betrayer, hated in these parts for pouring poisoned words into the ear of the local authorities, and you wish he’d have been made an outlaw before it was too late.

I hadn’t heard of those two, loving them both already! I love brass mixed into other music but I’ve never been much of a ska fan, which is the first place you usually expect to get that. It’s hard to know where to look and I’m always delighted to find it.

Stuff like Gwar’s Saddam A-Go-Go (even when Brockie was poking fun at ska he did it well) and N.A.S.A.'s Spacious Thoughts where the brass takes an already heavy sound and makes it soar - it gives me life every time.

RTJ is so fucking good at bringing that class conscious fire in the belly that RATM did. To be honest though, I think acts like Brass Against are keeping the music and the message alive and deserve a lot more visibility.

I can do that and I’m pretty sure I’m a fucking nutter

It doesn’t prevent any changes to the content, but that’s what pen is for.