I hadn’t heard that, so I googled!

https://case.edu/news/new-study-shows-alzheimers-disease-can-be-reversed-achieve-full-neurological-recovery-not-just-prevented-or-slowed-animal-models

I had loved Jay Johnston ever since the Mr. Show days. Used to cheer when he popped up in things.

Fucking traitor. I flip off the screen anytime he’s on now.

None of the marketing I saw even hinted at that, so thank you.

Parvo sucks. Thank you for looking after the kitties.

City of Lost Children is my pick. It has such amazing worldbuilding. Drops you in cold with no apologies and trusts you to just go on the ride.

I have a weekly D&D game with my favorite aunt and uncle, as well as my Dad and my cousin’s husband.

The latter runs one weekend, and I run the next, completely separate games of course.

I’m 51, my dad is 79, and his sister and her husband are a few years younger than he is. No idea on my fellow DM, I suspect late 40s.

If you find a common thread to hang on to, you can have a great relationship.

In this case, my aunt and uncle knew I was a huge weird nerd whose dad introduced him to D&D at 7 years old, so they thought to invite me when their daughter’s husband made a game for them.

Seven years later, we are still at it and I run a game for my friends as well.

These relationships can be nurtured, as all can. You just have to find and maintain the why’s.

Even people who don’t give a crap about birdwatching may still love to see the birds their old friends spot.

But to further your point, I don’t make much of an effort for those relatives that I don’t have much in common with.

This year’s Christmas present is a box of homemade fudge, rice krispie treats, and spicy chex mix, all homemade.

That’s the effort I put in for those I don’t have in my weekly or monthly life but are extended family.

I am very sorry to tell you that it’s quite likely you came to sentience just so you could eventually be killed by one Arthur Dent.

I was at my wife’s work holiday party last night.

They had a clever icebreaker bingo game with facts about the attendees. One person’s was “survived three school shootings.” I found her and got a bingo. The prize was a $10 doordash gift card.

Lame prize, great game idea. Terrible that this has happened to her but she’s a bright and cheerful woman.

My wife and I met through Okcupid about fifteen years ago.

I had been in an insanely stupid long-distance relationship, called it off, and started looking for someone local.

The woman I broke things off with was younger than me and baby crazy, so I extended my age range by the same amount and met my wife quickly thereafter.

Specifically, we chatted for two or three weeks before I suggested we meet at a coffee place.

Two dates later we were exclusive.

She is seven years older than me and had never been in a serious relationship.

Just keep looking. Lonely people are absolutely everywhere, and you’re bound to find someone you just link up with eventually.

I never put it together it was the same dude. Obvious though.

USPS has a way of combining smaller towns and suburbs to the largest nearby city. In practice this is very useful. You know your friend is near Nashville, say, and the zip codes do the heavy lifting.

So I would posit that using USPS as a source in this case is not a great idea.

And finally, our eldest, Miles Morales, who didn’t really wanna cooperate. The rest willingly hopped into the circle on a square, as most cats will.

And Abed Nadir!

And this is Troy Barnes.

My wife and I took in five kittens for a weekend. I insisted we keep one as my Dad was keeping another.

My wife insists this is a foster fail, but I maintain it was four foster successes!

Fluffy kitten tax. This is Mary Jane, supposed to be Peter Parker but my vet tech wife failed to correctly determine gender that weekend:

Ooh, good answer!

Those books were so important to my teenage self. Such a shame Card himself is such a whackjob.

I really liked the game from the movie Her, where you’re constantly being insulted by a little alien who is your guide.

That was the idea, but now I think a copy of Dianetics is funnier.

A bible.

I’m sure this doesn’t count, but my WoW life was utterly ideal, aside from me sucking at being a rogue.

I played in the same dining room as several (4-6) friends and we grouped up constantly.

But I also didn’t care one tiny fuck about the endgame grind. I hit level 60 (the max at the time), shouted “I win,” and sold my account to a friend for forty bucks.

My current life, I’m not really a gamer other than mobile crap and D&D these days. Too old, tired, busy.