I try to limit the number of message boards that I maintain posting accounts on, because history has shown that I am not able to maintain a level head when it comes to arguing on the internet.
Basically, I am this guy.
This is particularly important when it comes to NeoGAF, because it takes months to get your account verified in the first place and then I would blow it and get banned in the first day. I read it primarily because it is full of teens-and-twenty-somethings raging against the unfairness of the world, and I revel in their confrontations with cold, uncaring reality.
Also it alerts me to sales and the like. But mostly it’s the watching the millennial train-wreck that keeps drawing me back.
Hey, I have a good decade before I can sit on my porch with a dog and shout at kids to get off my lawn. Also I need a porch. I do have a lawn, at least.
But I digress.
Anyway, while it’s normally good fun, there are times when even I can no longer harvest joy from the misfortune of others, when I simply have to look at the world and sink into a fugue of despair for the future.
I need to share one of these with you now.
Now, I’m not a Car Guy by any means. When I go to do anything – change a headlamp, refill fluids, really any basic car maintenance – I spend a few minutes with the manual or watching YouTube videos, because I’m convinced that anything I do has the real potential to make the car explode. I blame it on growing up on a steady diet of ’70s cop dramas.
But even I can put on a bloody spare.