The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
At around 7:10 p.m., the Anderson asked how the Fitzgerald was doing, to which Captain McSorley responded: “We are holding our own.” That was the last communication heard from the ship.
At around 7:10 p.m., the Anderson asked how the Fitzgerald was doing, to which Captain McSorley responded: “We are holding our own.” That was the last communication heard from the ship.
Saw someone once with a bumper sticker that said “I’d rather be driving on Ayd Mill.”
You can only do this along with everybody else one time.
Enough time has passed that I’ve been able to successfully reclaim sandwiches.
How am I still at Starbucks? Why did I even go to college? What am I even doing here?
Looking back, I wouldn’t call it the best day of my life.
There are simply too many games to play, and they just keep making them!
As awful as Nintendo can be, the charm of Pokémon is undeniable.
Of course, you also have to contend with the assigned theme sometimes.
I couldn’t help but feel like there should have been more ceremony about it, or some kind of concrete ritual. Ribbons, maybe?
I’ve gotten much better at enjoying things.
Even the role-playing stays impressively flexible for a bunch of ones and zeros.
The result is a staggeringly compelling story that has had its little hooks in me for a while now, certainly deeper than I expected and perhaps slightly deeper than I knew was possible.
The tales say The Peeing Man looks just like a normal customer, so you’ll never know it’s him, until it’s too late… .
For tetherball, I don’t think they make adult-sides versions of the game. Surely they do in the afterlife, right?
I’ve lived for twenty-five years, but I think these last five have been my favorite.
This man loves to be alive.
I don’t think it would be possible for me to repay my mom for so many years.
Too bad, it’s 10:30 pm, shut up and keep playing Stardew Valley.
It’s almost like I’m enjoying the music in spite of myself.
But, well… the data says otherwise
I decided to give it another try, despite my initial disappointment (misplaced, I think).
I always found it strange at sleepovers when friends of mine would turn the lights off and fall asleep in near-absolute silence.
He was also a man whose lasting legacy would be defined in a single moment.
How am I back at square one again?
I had never learned to actually do creative work in the first place.
Literally every item can be used on a weapon or shot with an arrow, even if the added effect is only a bit of extra damage.
It’s a bit less about you, and a bit more about everyone else—and that feels good.
The Chocolate Cookie Crumble is the Mocha Cookie Crumble without the coffee, and the Double Chocolatey Chip is the Java Chip without the coffee. They have all been placed into C tier for this confusion alone.
I was only halfway towards actually understanding which artistic boundaries needed to be enforced. That is, none of them.