Doesn't matter that it's technically made of metal
Today I learned that - while I already know I'm a major poor sport who subsequently avoids all forms of competition at all costs - playing a Pokemon battle against another human is the worst. When my adorable fraggle-kitten gets stomped unconscious, it's not a game anymore and I want to punch you in your actual face.
Dear comic book artists, please be aware that it impossible to see a girl's ass crack and boob crack in the same shot. Stop drawing it. It's ridiculous.
I firmly believe that living in this world requires focusing equal attention on wonder as horror. We can't conquer the monsters if we don't remember the things worth battling them for. So here's astronaut Don Pettit playing with a yo-yo in space.
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Cookie Clicker is a stupid game. The object of the game is to push the button. Each time you push the button, you get a point. Points can be spent on things to help you push the button more. For some reason, probably psychological, it is very difficult to stop playing.
Fortunately, I have an escape plan when I find myself addicted to a game. When I reach the point where the game is no longer fun and I'm just grinding for points, I cheat with the targeted purpose of skipping the dull, repetitive grinding part. It's a remarkably effective game addiction averting strategy.
The game was smart though. When I simply changed the number of points by setting a new value for the variable, it detected that and gave me a badge for it.
I have never been more proud of a video game achievement in all my life.