My sister’s family is visiting for 3 days of varying lengths and it really makes me wonder how any human survives the energy of children. I know, logically I was a child, and even have some memory of being one, but I never recall having that level of energy.
I had headaches constantly as a child. Horrible headaches that seemed endless and made me want to not do things. In fact I didn’t stop having regular headaches until after I got my sleep machine. Which probably means that I was suffocating in my sleep my entire life up to that point. I wonder if my life would have been significantly different if I had that sleep aid earlier. I would probably still have been bipolar, but not wanting to just stay in bed, or sit in the dark, all the time probably would have changed the arc of my life somewhat. I guess I’ll never know. What happened happened. At best maybe someone will see my stories and make the connection earlier and get help before lasting damage is done.
It’s kind of amazing that my brain still works as well as it does considering the long term damage it probably absorbed. The human body car really withstand a ridiculous level of punishment.
Anyway, I got out my Gamecube, SNES, and N64 so my nephew could experience these relics of games gone by. I was worried that they wouldn’t work after having been neglected for so long, but they all fired right up. Although the N64 kept restarting on its own, which was a problem long before now. It played an entire round of Vigilante 8 though, so I guess it will work well enough for some games.
I actually don’t know where my memory cards are for the systems that have them. I used to be very fastidious abut them, but now, after everything that’s happened, I just sort of lost track of them. I found some random ones in the box where the cords ended up, but they aren’t the ones with my main save files on them. I did find my original Animal Crossing card though, so it’s safe. I won’t let my nephew play that, since it’s a lot of reading, and probably too boring for his age anyway.
Most of my games aren’t really pick up and play, but there are enough to keep him busy for an afternoon if his mom lets him play. Someday I’ll have to sort out my playstation era stuff so he can see those games too.

I used to take such great care with all of that stuff until it really hit me that nothing lasts and after I die it will all probably be dumped in a landfill so no one will ever enjoy them again. It really bothers me that no one will get to have my stuff when I die and it will all just go to waste. Unless I get some waring and start distributing it before then.

Whatever happens, happens, I suppose. If I expected anyone to be left around to care I should have been better at things. Coffee is for closers.
In any event I will hopefully be able to get a moment to make Wednesday’s page before Wednesday and Friday’s before Friday. I tried to get ahead of the relentless week of the holiday, but my weekly bloodlettings really took the fire out of me. Five days in a row of abnormal stuff is a bit much to overcome. I was going to try and do Wednesday’s page tonight as much as I could, but I just want to lay down. I’m sure as fuck not getting it done tomorrow… Maybe I should just do filler of some sort. I don’t even know what I would do. I know my regular work isn’t the best out there but I really hate purposefully doing it less well. Guh… Whatever. I always seem to get by in the end. I’ll just trust in myself to be just good enough.

I’ll see you back here on Wednesday hopefully. Until then, Monday your Tuesday.

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Whoa, the girls really inflated when the shirt came off. I wish that was how it worked!

And skip a day if you need to man, you’ve earned it. We’ll be here.

That’s, The Anime Law of Boobs:
“Whenever a woman in an anime, or a woman in any cartoon that you like, takes off her shirt, her boobs get 4 times bigger.”

Her arms are also down and together, thus pushing them up and close.

You bet.
I was making a type of witticism, there. :D

I’m kinda gooning for Jess now. :P

Gross. Keep those comments to yourself, please.

He’s just living his skibidi sigma grindset.

This post was the true crime…

If you need a break for the holiday week, take it. As to the quality of your comic, well, I found this through a recommendation on Questionable Content back when Between Failures was black and white. At the time I followed a dozen web comics. I’ve since dropped most of them, including QC, and now only consistently follow four, but I still look in on the gang from Megatainment. Like this morning, switching from nightshift to dayshift has me up early because my sleep is screwed up and after lying in bed trying to sleep, I finally gave up, grabbed my phone and thought “BF is probably up.” Why am I still reading this when I’ve long since dropped nearly everything else? I can’t put my finger on it exactly, but here are some reasons, I think. The art is consistent. All the characters look like they did a decade ago. The writing is good. All the characters feel real. They act more or less like real people. Maybe it’s a slow burn kind of thing, but the kind of time slippage you see in webcomics hasn’t happened. For example, only a few weeks have happened in universe in a given webcomic that started in 2003, everyone is walking around with smartphones. Not a deal killer, but Megatainment definitely exists on that late 2000/2010 era when physical media was dying but wasn’t gone yet and it doesn’t feel like it has skated foreward. It feels like it belongs in a specific point in time. Anyway, I enjoy the comic and look forward to it.

Last panel sly Brooksie gives me life.

My theory of the endless energy of children is that they suck it out of the adults around them. This simple theory explains so much.

Donny Osmond tells the story that he’d been performing professionally since he was 5 years old. So he was very shocked when, in his mid-30s, he started having serious panic attacks before going onstage.

When it got so bad he was unable to perform, he told his wife that he didn’t think he was able to give the perfect performance the audience paid for and deserved. She told him that for just one night he didn’t have to be perfect. Just go out there and give them a good show. He took her advice and gave one of the best shows he’d ever done. And his panic attacks stopped.

So take Mrs. Osmond’s advice sometimes. You don’t always have to be perfect. Just be as good as you can.

Or, as John Stossel put it, the perfect is the enemy of the good.

Nice movie line, Jo. I use that one all the time.

“Memow”, reminds about how some families call their grandma, “Meemaw” or “Me-maw”. Maybe it’s a way of saying- Mom’s Ma.

vigilante 8 was/is a great damn game dude.

I 100%ed both games with every character.

Jo, calling your girlfriend “pig”, is not perhaps, the most romantic thing to say.

2756 Babe 2: Pig With The Titties.

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