I grew up in the '70s and volunteered at the local recycling center, so I had a collection of literally every porn magazine from back then - Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Oui etc. etc. Multiple copies of each issue. Even weird high-quality stuff that showed actual penetration and cumshots and whatnot (big no-nos with the major publications at the time). Not a single bare bush in all of that stuff.

The endings were pretty great, at least.

Even Billy Corgan admits they were good.

My creepiest experience was shopping at Lowe's and then getting recommendations on Amazon that night for drill bits and cabinet door handles. The thing is, I had purchased some drill bits at Lowe's so OK, but I had only stopped and looked at the cabinet door handles.

Instant hot cereal has completely ruined hot cereal. It's just shit compared to the regular stuff.

I went to a Phillies game last week and paid $20 for a beer. At least it was a 24 oz. can and at least it was so fucking cold there was ice inside it, but still.

Sometimes I scan it and then click the Wikipedia link and it's almost word-for-word the same as the AI summary. "Plagiarism machine" is by far the best description of AI (LLMs, at least).

I had a kid on my school bus ask me what color of braces she should get.

My dentist made impression for two front crowns and sent away to have them made. Meanwhile he made two temporary crowns in-house and glued them in. They looked and felt exactly like the ones that arrived two months later. I dunno.

No clue about Plover WI, but Kevin Love is an NBA champion and the nephew of a Beach Boy.

There's also that thing about pretending old family members aren't really dead so they can keep cashing their pension checks.

My cousin collects old Fiestaware and is also a major hypochondriac. I made the mistake of mentioning the radioactive fiestaware thing and she freaked the fuck out. She does not collect it any more.