What if the 5G call did actually turn me into a zombie and since I'm a 53-year-old guy who lives in the suburbs and works from home I just haven't noticed?
When the alert went off I was biking to the auto body shop to pick a car up; feel pretty safe if this is the apocalypse, because I'm guessing zombies aren't going to want the brain of somebody who was stupid enough to back into a car sitting in his own driveway.
Pretty rude for the 5G call to become brain-eating zombies go out shortly after lunch when I'm full, fortunately I have both hummus and plenty of imagination.
The bad thing about Kevin McCarthy being utterly humiliated by being removed as Speaker of the House is
So . . . Monday Night Football. I would suggest while I always appreciate daring, innovative offensive ideas in the game of Football, the Giants deciding to actually play a game with five literally dead men instead of an offensive line is proving to be a less than entirely sound concept in practice.
Handed out two more Bluesky invites; it's becoming apparent being a 53-year-old suburbanite means I do not have a social circle who understands how cool I am in having multiple invites that nobody wants. The struggle is real.
Dungeons and Dragons in 1983 was about as uncool as uncool could get in those days.
If they hadn't been so busy inserting unnecessary u's into words maybe they'd have had more time to load their muskets faster.