argyle wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 4:49 pm
And re: our collective aches & pains - we are all truly getting old. We need to work on joint booking a retirement home in a few years.
Right?
It will start decent enough. We'll get to know each other outside the forum context while realizing we all look weird relative to expectations. (Although I remember you showing yourself once argyle, don't I? I have a vague recollection of your appearance.) After we adapt to that shock, we'll chat about and play games (with our arthritic hands) while bemoaning the condition of the hobby we once loved. And gradually, we'll slowly stop recognizing one another, forget what games even are, stare blankly at the endlessly running tv in the corner while drooling on ourselves, being abused at night by sadistic orderlies and enjoying the yearly visit of our loved ones who come in once a year out of obligation as they try to avoid facing their own impending and similar mortality. Good times!
argyle wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 4:49 pm
And re: our collective aches & pains - we are all truly getting old. We need to work on joint booking a retirement home in a few years.
Right?
It will start decent enough. We'll get to know each other outside the forum context while realizing we all look weird relative to expectations. (Although I remember you showing yourself once argyle, don't I? I have a vague recollection of your appearance.) After we adapt to that shock, we'll chat about and play games (with our arthritic hands) while bemoaning the condition of the hobby we once loved. And gradually, we'll slowly stop recognizing one another, forget what games even are, stare blankly at the endlessly running tv in the corner while drooling on ourselves, being abused at night by sadistic orderlies and enjoying the yearly visit of our loved ones who come in once a year out of obligation as they try to avoid facing their own impending and similar mortality. Good times!
Cannot wait!
You know one of us will be in our final throes, sit up and stretch out our hand while staring into the abyss as we let go of this mortal shell and utter, "PS2 Backlog" as our final desperate utterance before moving on. Those around, while in tears, will remember and yet have no frame of reference for the mysterious gibberish.
It will start decent enough. We'll get to know each other outside the forum context while realizing we all look weird relative to expectations. (Although I remember you showing yourself once argyle, don't I? I have a vague recollection of your appearance.) After we adapt to that shock, we'll chat about and play games (with our arthritic hands) while bemoaning the condition of the hobby we once loved. And gradually, we'll slowly stop recognizing one another, forget what games even are, stare blankly at the endlessly running tv in the corner while drooling on ourselves, being abused at night by sadistic orderlies and enjoying the yearly visit of our loved ones who come in once a year out of obligation as they try to avoid facing their own impending and similar mortality. Good times!
Cannot wait!
You know one of us will be in our final throes, sit up and stretch out our hand while staring into the abyss as we let go of this mortal shell and utter, "PS2 Backlog" as our final desperate utterance before moving on. Those around, while in tears, will remember and yet have no frame of reference for the mysterious gibberish.
ROFL, I hope I have the presence of mind left to be the one to do that!
"When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed
if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I
became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the
desire to be very grown up.” ― C.S. Lewis
Cannot wait!
