Shirts that go…odd?

Speak for your fuckin’ self, bro.

Little Eddie Mason’s all grown up!

(Man, that’s in the running for the most obscure reference I’ve made online…)

NOBODY LOOK!!!

Preach, my friend. PREACH.

I see Calvin’s been by.

Ah yes. I too remember with…let’s say “wincing nostalgia”…my Jaeger years. Brutal.

This feels like a Dwight Schrute line.

Uh-oh…

Honestly, I’m pretty sure that younger me would just see that there’s a girl living in my house and be too ecstatic to notice anything else.

Anyone else randomly hearing citypop and synthwave for some reason?

Neigh? Nay.

“Ooooooo…DEAAATH…Ooooo, I’m soooo scared…”

“Come on, man. Stop being an asshole. This is serious.”

“Ooooo…it’s soooo SeRiOuS…Hey everyone, DEATH is coming to get us…Ooooooo…look at me shaking…”

This answer may be a cheat and a stretch, but hear me out…

Star Wars: Dark Forces II: Jedi Knight

Specifically, the opening levels set in Nar Shaddaa, one of my favorite, underappreciated locations in the extended universe.

The whole moon was one giant, grimey, neon-lit city blanketed in night, overrun with sleazy organized criminals and jazz music. Pretty big noir vibes too.

It’s the first time I remember experiencing the aesthetic, which felt so sharply different from the colorful, swashbuckling Star Wars I had known. And I knew I loved it.

Shortwave eroticism.

And that’s not even taking into account the miseries of:

1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn’t bankrupt you.

2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.

3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.

Fuck…

I don’t care how old this image is or how many times I’ve seen it…

Every single time, I end up feeling better. Instant mood boost. I hope it never stops getting posted.

I’m so goddamned sick of masking.

Gainax AF.