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If ther's on thing I hat, it's words ending with silent e's. And whil we'r at it, we ned to get rid of doubl e's as well.

Well I'm currently playing Armored Core 6, and I gotta hand it to em, there's basically no story whatsoever. It's just giant robots. And it's pretty fantastic.

Currently playing Armored Core 6 with a Steam Controller, and I love it. But... the right track pad leaves a lot to be desired.

The best aspect of the Steam Controller, without a doubt, is the modularity and shareability of it. The standard control scheme a game tries to assume, most of the time it stinks. But being able to browse through community-made control schemes and finding one that works for me is fantastic. The highest downloaded control scheme for AC6 got me 95% of the way there; I just had to change the bindings of the back pedals to suit me. Now it uses the track pad and the gyro in conjunction-- track pad for big sweeping movements and gyro for small adjustments-- and I love it.

I've said this before, but Factorio is genuinely the only thing that has made me lose track of time before. When I'm goofing off into the wee hours of the night, normally I have a vague sense of time passing. I won't know what time it is, but I'll know that it's late and I should probably stop whatever it is I'm doing (and won't). And then I'll look at the clock and it's 2am-- late, but not surprising.

But then came Factorio. This was when I first started playing, around the time I just started making black science packs. I was refitting my bases to work with laser turrets, and making minor modifications here and there like upgrading from 2 saturated belts of iron to 4 and such. Nothing major. I'd just do these things, maybe an hour or two, and head to bed. So you can imagine my surprise when I look at the clock and it was 5:30 AM. I was baffled; I had no idea I'd spent that long modifying my base. Like 7 hours straight, no breaks. And then the exhaustion hit, and I saved and went immediately to bed.

Cracktorio man, the addiction is real.

Why do the small beings simply not travel atop the winged creatures to the molten rock?

Ba ba ba bum! Two, Three, Four!

50%? Sounds like a passing test to me.

"Moist cookies." -Grandma

If that ain't the truth. Moved across the state to find work, and obviously my old buddies can't invite me to as many things anymore. But seeing them all on a call together playing video games without even a heads up hurts a smidge.

Fun Fact: In California, a frog that dies in a frog jumping contest cannot legally be eaten. It, and this is from the state code verbatim, "must be destroyed immediately".

More weird (and some fake) laws in this Huggbees video!

I bet I'd still have trouble finding that cache.

Biggest I've ever found was a tupperware, one that you use to take home leftover cake.

1 fl oz (volume) of water weighs about 1 oz (weight). It varies depending on a bunch of stuff, ya know, cause imperial sucks, but I believe the standard rate is 1 fl oz weighs about 1.043 oz. So assuming beer has similar density as water, 22 fl oz would weigh somewhere around 23 oz.

(Some Google searches show that some definitions of fl oz has it as 1 fl oz = 30 ml exactly, but I'm starting to confuse myself and you know how infuriating imperial is.)