My kid screams “un-let go” at me while balancing perfectly well. She understands, she does not accept.

They’re called rollers, and they’re pretty easy to ride on.

For almost the first year I lived there I paid rent in person by cheque to a management company office. It was a midtown manhatten apartment in a nice ish building less than a decade ago. They also forgot to cash the bankers draft I had written up for my deposit (five fucking figures that they just didn’t notice for years). Real Estate has a surprising number of absolute clowns still for some reason. I guess because it’s been easy money for asset owners so they chaff wasn’t being squeezed out.

This. One of the dangerous things about chronical pain that I think might be underappreciated is that it blinds you to signals that in a healthy person would cause them to seek medical help. When doctors ask now I always caveat that I’m a poor witness of my own wellness because there have been times when I felt like I was doing fine but in fact needed surgery. I don’t know how doctors (or occupational health, or social workers, or carers) do it, there’s basically no reliable information in talking to an ill person but that’s like 90% of what you have to go on.

I expect the great leap forward in LLMs and AI art to dramatically change this at some point. They can already write pretty interesting plot with OK prompting, surely only a matter of time before someone is able to wrap that in a game.