I discovered a new one. I just beat Paper Mario:The Origami King on the Nintendo Switch and enjoyed it, just as I enjoyed PM:Sticker Star and what I played of Color Splash. I decided to go back and try to 100% complete some areas and went online for some hints.
I was not aware, but apparently every single Paper Mario game after 2004’s Thousand Year Door is an absolute piece of shit and Nintendo should burn in hell for all eternity for foisting these gimmicky abominations on us. I dunno, man, I had a lot of fun. Guess I’m not a “real” gamer.
Growing up near an industrial area across the river from St. Louis, I loved the smell of some of the chemicals, but not all. Monsanto sometimes smelled like Magic Markers, sometimes a methane mix. I liked the smell of the petroleum processing plants. As a first grader the smell of burning tires at the Rubber Reclaiming plant across the highway replaced the smell of erasers that other school children were nostalgic about. We had to drive by these places daily, and I would roll down the windows to get better whiff, while others were rolling up theirs and holding their noses. Now I only get a reminder when going to the airport in Denver and passing by an industrial area there. And I love it.
The supposed messages about masculinity that people receive from their parents (so I’ve heard) are “be a sturdy oak, be a big wheel, avoid sissy stuff and give ‘em heck”.
However, I’m an individual - not extremely concerned about a random opinion.
I don’t love watching people dance. But I enjoy dancing. Would rather play sports than watch ‘em too, usually.
I like wearing a tie. I like wearing jackets. I like wearing long, formal coats.
I enjoy work. So many don’t.
I like fried liver. And kidney too.
Red Lobster - a great restaurant.
I love a $10 wine. I cook with it too.
A great lunch: mussels in curry sauce.
Always buy medium or regular ground beef (80/20)
Although I like whisky and beer, I have no problem with other drinks. On a date at a comedy club decades ago I was rightly mocked for drinking a “Grasshopper”.
I grew up in rural Michigan, where listening to country implies something about your values and political orientation that just don’t apply in my case.
I love me some George Straight. And I have an affinity for trucker songs.
I like a good beer, and will order a nice amber when at a restaurant and will have nice beers when people are over (neither have happened in months).
But Coors Light or Keystone is perfectly fine for me and is my go to beer at home.
Also agree that American Cheese (Kraft Deli Deluxe) is perfectly fine, and the only way to make a grilled cheese sandwich.
I won’t talk about chili that doesn’t have beans. Well, I will. Last time I had some it was a coworkers that won second place in a big chili contest. Beanless, and no veggies. It was… OK, but it certainly wasn’t a meal. It would have been pretty good for a Sloppy Joe sandwich though.
I liked it when I was 10. I would dread watching it now, as I’ve been burned watching old episodes of TV shows from that era that I remember loving as a kid.
I like Yuengling beer. I feel like I shouldn’t like it because the owners are Trumpy and because a lot of people say it sucks. It is, in my opinion, a perfectly serviceable beer with a (for me) very low hangover factor. I want to boycott it but I rationalize that away by imagining that a lot of the workers in their breweries aren’t so Trumpy.
Take two slices of bread. Put creamy peanut butter on a side of each. Take two eggs, scramble in a buttered skillet. Put the hot egg between the bread slices (so peanut butter is above and below the egg and melts). Mmboy! You don’t want a sweet peanut butter for this …peanuts and salt, c’est tout.
Similar. I enjoy the smell of hot asphalt, gasoline, and mothballs. And skunk, when it’s jusst far enough to make you take a couple of sniffs and say, “Zat a skunk?”
Also, in my fifties, I’ve discovered an appreciation for EDM and trance music.
I’m with you. Both in your enjoyment of Yuengling (there’s a sixpack in my refrigerator right now), and in your non-boycott.
My example is Goya products. I’ve always had a bunch of Goya stuff in my kitchen. Always.
So their CEO and member of the family that owns (or owns most of, I think) Goya is a Republican and a Trump supporter? I don’t care.
I don’t get this thing where we’re supposed to crush someone because they have different political beliefs than we do. Really, it’s not healthy.
Also, I notice that some of my acquaintances here in ultra-liberal brownstone Brooklyn, who are boycotting Goya, have no problem ordering tons of stuff from Amazon. And shitty labor practices are absolutely something for which I will boycott a company.
Supporting Trump goes well beyond having “different political beliefs.” I wouldn’t boycott a Jeb Bush supporter, for example, although we differ quite a bit politically
To each their own. I wouldn’t boycott a Trump supporter just for being a Trump supporter. I won’t cut off my brother, for example, an ardent Trump supporter. I won’t end decades-long friendships with Trump supporters.
And I won’t try to destroy someone’s livelihood because they are a Trump supporter. I’m not necessary talking about Robert Unanue – I don’t think his pesonal livelihood is at risk – but I know people who will not do business with local small businesses or tradespeople because they have, say, a Trump/Pence sticker on the truck or something.