This used to be true, but as with just about all eating-out experiences, quality has dipped.

I am blessed to be from Jersey, and delis are a big part of our life here. Throw turkey, pastrami, swiss on the griddle, add mayo and lettuce on a Kaiser roll, and boom, great sandwich. But as of late, pastramis too fatty, turkey slimy, lettuce too wet, the sandwich slides itself apart.

I’ll make a simpler sandwich at home. I essentially shave the turkey, skim coat of mayo. The sandwich stays together and that’s somehow now a metric for determining good sandwich.

Tough times we’re in.

I swam competitively in high school, graduated 2005. I actually ran into a guy yesterday who was five years ahead of me, but an absolute stud of a swimmer at the time. Haven’t seen him in 20-25 years at this point, long time, I was just a kid.

We get to talking and I mention how I go to the Y we both swam for and I look at the time board, and how none of the old names are up there any longer; in fact, we talk about how the times on the girls board are now faster than the times the boys set back when we swam.

There have been advances in technique, and how they practice, and the types of suits they wear, but the main thing we could figure was it was access to nutritional information and the like. Back when we did it was amateur hour. Kids nowadays can get custom-tailored meal programs for their training regimen, and that’s on top of much more personalized training and everything. Every facet has been absolutely tech’d out, and kids are going much, much further (and faster). What only Olympians had access to when I was a kid is now something anyone has access to.

One of my big takeaways from the Marines (of which there are many) was never do anything without a buddy. There are certainly jobs that are for one person, but a pilot definitely ain’t that.

I’m the same way about the '80s. I got a little more of them but don’t remember anything obviously. I’m sure your '80s are my '90s, there was something special about the time that I really started to get into music.

It’s funny, because when you’re a kid, a fan of 8 years is a lot, but 38-46 is essentially the same these days, just some not-so-young kids.

We had very a similar home audio system, except the CD player for mine could pull out, it had ports for a headphone jack and power, and when you pulled it out the main system just had the headphone male and power male sticking out. It was such a an odd design to have it be portable. It was most definitely not meant to be a walkman because it had zero skip protection, it just played CDs. It was bulky too, a square that was larger in length and width than a CD case, and depth was about four or five CD cases.

The double deck tape player was huge for making mixtapes, that was always so much fun.

And as for SNES, my brother and I saved up to drop the $150 on that as well. You may be a little older than me, I was born in '87, my brother '86.

The '90s were good.

They’re the same color!

Yep, and your drugs and guns. It’s a real treasure trove.

Mid 90s were great. You had music in the mornings and then Beavis and Butthead, ren and stimpy, and Daria during the day. Unfortunately, they sprinkled in some RR reality TV shows, which was probably the beginning of the end.

Right, we have a glider back in 1853, and rockets forever (thanks war!). Just took a little extra time to put it all together.

Pretty much, yeah. Eth-er-eal.

The hyperbole is even bigger than the Superbowl.

I just wouldn’t think to look up a word I assumed I was pronouncing correctly. I’m pretty good at this reading thing, and so I apply the standards, but words like epitome and ethereal are just here to fuck with us.

I love that she realized it and saved everyone in book four. It was hard to undo three books of incorrect pronunciation.

Yeah, that’s my favorite girl scout cookie!

The same but for my broken Xbox, after a little sticker art.

Yeah, I don’t know if it was my time in or what, but I came to the conclusion one day that we should just do a good job for the sake of doing a good job, and stop expecting people to fellate you for it. And I’m saying this having benefitted time and again from just doing a good job. There are times I did and times I didn’t, but I’m at a point where I won’t feel satisfied if I don’t do it right. Maybe I’m just old now.

Kenji could write an article on literally anything and I’d take it as gospel. Could tell me the best way to drive my car was with one eye closed, and I’d be pirating the next day.

You’ve really split Lemmy in half, but you absolutely got a chuckle out of me.

Yeah, I read something about Chris Pine the other day in this fashion. And he would say he’s not a nepo baby. I like some movies and stuff he’s done, I think he does a fine job, but it’s a little insulting to claim you’re not a nepo baby when, in fact, you are the definition of a nepo baby.

Right? I’m not any more inclined to go to Little Caesar’s, but I chuckles at a stupid story and that’s that.