WhatISawInTheWoods

This is exactly how I use the internet now. Search parameters between 1995 and 2022. However, depending on what the subject is, you could end up with dangerously outdated information. :/ then again, fuck knows how many current medical journal entries might be ai generated with dangerous information if reviews aren’t legitimately occuring.

Does he have dress shirts in the closet? The cuff should fasten comfortably around the wrist and not slip over the width of his palm, right?

High school computer. Mid 90s. I’m almost positive it was looking up stuff for Vampire: The Masquerade rpg. I remember finding someone’s webpage of the biological/scientific overview of vampires and their anatomy. Like a mock essay. It was really good! Never could find it again. The internet used to be such a great place.

Perfumes and colognes!! Yes, I get it. It’s sometimes used to cover certain product smells, but ffs there needs to be a limit. It overstimulates my brain and puts me in anxiety mode. Last time I dined out, my chicken cordon bleu tasted like Axe body spray and Chanel from the next table over. How do people wear so much scent?!

Banana phone

As long as it’s not like duolingo. Thanks!

I haven’t heard of those things. I’ll check that out tonight!

That’s a pretty good idea! Something i can work with!

Learning a second language. Having a processing disorder and a shit short term memory makes it hard for me to comprehend. I’m accepting advice if anyone succeeded with a stubborn learning disability.

Letting my partner quit their job so they could focus on working on a comic full-time… I completely supported them. Buying them supplies and whatever else they needed. This lasted 2 years… with absolutely nothing to show for it. NOTHING. I have no idea what the fuck they did 10 hours a day while I was at work.

Oh my god, I’ve never had a piece of art tug at my soul before. That will end up in an art museum some day.

I can think of worse people on DS9.

Guls screeching. Makes me gag. Also causes big emotional rage.

Guls. I have developed an irrational and visceral anger towards their constant screeching during the summer months.