I would complain, but to be honest, I’ve been reading every issue (digital) for free for years via my library.

I’m down $7k, so far.
I should have bailed early, but the tax hit would have been just as bad.

I’m swearing more than just bullets.

“Seen”.
Holy fuck, “seen”.

I honestly think that using this word incorrectly has gotten worse over the last few years. Hearing someone say, “yeah, I seen her yesterday” just makes me want to punch the wall.

Oh I do. I have quite a few Spotify playlists, including one that contains every track from every album I’ve ever owned, with a few hundred single tracks thrown in.
It’s about 10k tracks in total, played on shuffle, and I still surf.
“Nope, not in the mood… Nope… Next… Come on, give me something good… Nope… Ah, finally.”

You wouldn’t want to ride with me, then.
I generally don’t secure the seatbelt until I’m moving forward. Not sure why, but I’ve always done it.

I’ll mess with the rearview mirror often, as my position in the seat may shift, and I can’t stand it when the view in the mirror isn’t centered.

As for the radio… I channel surf like mad. 40 presets and I’ll scan through them all before deciding on something that I never stay on very long. My wife can, not, stand it. lol But, the radio controls are on the steering wheel, so doing so isn’t a distraction.

In the past, when I drove any of my vehicles that had a manual transmission, I had a habit of rattling the gearshift at stoplights. People who rode with me didn’t like that either.

It’s been discussed here much better than I could, but I concur with, you pretty much can’t.

The slightest change would cause ripple effects that would affect almost everything.

Everyone always gravitates to the big names… Hitler, Trump, Elmo… But even the most possible mundane person, such as an Inuit baby born to parents in the remotest part of the Arctic 200 years ago, would be enough to cause changes that could easily keep you from being born.

Hahah, no, but reordering 200+ cards was just a pain in the ass.

My first coding class was Cobol and we used punch-cards.

(Side story, nothing strikes a feeling of dread more than the sound of cards being shuffled behind you.)

I did Chicago to Dallas and back.
Never again. On the way down I had coach seats only and the trip was about 20 hours. Trying to sleep in those seats was hell.
The moment I got off the train, I walked to the ticketing desk and immediately upgraded to a sleeper for the return. “That will be an extra $400, sir.” Don’t care, just do it.

The sleeper was slightly better in that I got to stretch out, but actually sleeping wasn’t as restful as I thought it would be.

The number of delays while waiting for freight trains was the worst. Before arriving into Dallas, you could see the city. We were 15 minutes away from arriving into the station, but had to sit and wait for about 90 minutes. I could have gotten off and walked and gone back for my bags later.

I did meet some nice people, as you’re forced to sit with others in the dining car when you’re traveling alone since there’s only so many seats. And the food was better than expected. That was probably the only real plus.

Physical buttons in cars for radio and environment settings.

There used to be a time when I could have my hand on the gear shifter and just reach out with my fingers to change radio stations or adjust the heat or a/c without needing to look down at all.
Now with modern touchscreens in cars, you can’t do any of that. I have gotten used to playing with the radio via the steering wheel buttons, but anything else requires hunting around, looking for the correct spot to touch the screen.
And yet they say, “don’t take your eyes off the road!”

There has got to be a way to disable that. Not being able to bump start a manual transmission car is a sacrilege.

I’ve said for years, if it weren’t for Halloween, the Christmas season would start in August.

I had a Sanyo SCP 7400 (clamshell) for a number of years during the mid-2000s and it was solid as a rock. Loved that phone.

I wore a standard wristwatch all the time until about 25 years ago. I began noticing that I was conscious of feeling something on my wrist and I couldn’t stand it.
I then carried a nice pocket-watch around for a while until I got my first cell phone.