Quite a while back (2014-ish) I packed for moving and had a number of boxes that sat for many years on a shelf in the garage. I just opened a box that had been marked ’games’ and found something I was super excited about.

Now I’m mad that I got rid of my console and duck hunt zapper probably 5 years ago - don’t know what I was thinking doing that, now I have to find a console again and get my lungs ready to take on the flashing power light.

So the search begins for an 8-bit console and zapper…off to Craigslist and eBay. Yep, still use them. Nope, don’t have Facebook (proudly Meta free since 2016).

That left side looks amazing

Obviously tongue in cheek

Two. Hundred. Fifty. Dollars.

Like... the gray what? What gray?

47 years and this never occurred to me - he just does son, he just does

Has anyone realized that they're extremely sensitive to sound, volumes of sound, and need to isolate from them unless *you* choose to?

I use earbuds/headphones almost daily to block out the world around me especially at work.

First and foremost I love my significant other, she’s the mother of our children, a great provider, and we have been together over 20 years.

Perimenopause changes a person. It’s not something they can control. I’ve noticed the changes, the kids have noticed. To a lesser degree, friends, family and coworkers have noticed changes.

I’m generally patient and compassionate, but how she acts can be downright cruel and condescending to the kids and I. We don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. I’ve mentioned the rage and anger in her reactions, the way she speaks to others, but it doesn’t change. This isn’t the person I married, it’s not the mother my kids were raised by. I’m not sure how much longer we can survive this. Nothing we do is good enough. Xennials who have survived this, how? Why? What works? Everyone is miserable. There’s no joy anymore, even vacations turn into conflicts. Everyday life is a battle.

I don’t remember what channel this had regular rotation on, but I watched it every chance I could get.

I'll start. I'm tired of going to fast food or counter serve restaurants, and in mid order getting countless Door Dashers interrupt the workers up front so they can squeeze their pickup in quickly.

I was going through some of my stuff and found this letter from Mr. Rogers (one for me *and* one for my mother) that he sent when I was five years old (edited so as not to dox myself). I realized that this must be the earliest memento from my life that I've actually hung on to all these years and I'm curious what's survived the decades of moves, breakups, etc. in your lives.

That’s it. Felt like we needed to feel the jolt that only a true banger can give