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Hmm, after your prior post I revved up the Ole Steam Engine to see what you were talking about. Interesting that it only offered me 20% off on Goat Sim where you got 90% off. Kinda like that ole Amazon discount fiasco.

Anywho, I’m a total freeloader; never paid a cent for any game. (Picked up Portal when it was free.) Thanks to your prompt, I browsed the free titles and gave Get Off My Lawn a try. Hilarious little arcade shooter. Kinda looks like Care Bears on parade at times, or mebbe intergalactic football players. Love their little dance when they defeat Murray.

What I wanted to ask you though is, um, did you ever see the promo clip for the Steam title Mount Your Friends? Almost busted a gut on that! …and the End Times inch ever closer.

PS: I swear, it shows up on the Store list when you search for ‘goat’.

“I, Cucumber”

Is there a “Buttered Side” option?

Je suis pain.

I am bread? Meh.

I am sausage – now we might have something there.

And for San Francrisco: I am ball gag.

Just a little poetic license, MikeW. I think I actually got 30% of Goat Sim. Worth every penny, too.

Mount Your Friends is supposed to be a feast of double entendre. Sadly, I don’t have any friends. Not gaming ones, anyway. All my friends are elderly English people.

How did I get to this place?

All my friends are elderly English people.

How did I get to this place?

You’re over 40. It’s what happens when you’re over 40.

Hey, after you glean the best facets of personality from strangers without taking in the boring and discouraging parts that come in as a part and parcel of IRL interactions, who needs real friends?

The press informs me that young English people are named Mohammed McTavish-Patel or Adebolajosangoma Kowalski.

The only redeeming feature of whole Britannic setup is that it might be cleansed by the long boat borne marine light infantry from Danemark. Here in Murka, what can we get? Freight trains of burrito wrappers, flanked by Lutheran imported simian primitives.

Well… Either those or Yellowstone sneezes.

I put the tennis balls at the fots of my walker when I turnt 42.
And never looked back! Comfortable, quiet, and the chartreuse reminds me where I parked.

re: How did I get to this place? Stoaty—what good happy pleasing thing has surprised you the most about living in England?

Presumably you mean besides me, Deborah? 😉

Darling Uncle Badger—well of course.

Hm. Well, lots of things. First thing that truly surprised me, way back when, is how rural and unspoiled it is away from urban areas.

But the biggest thing, I think, is the sheer amount of wonderful archeological stuff there is laying around, and nobody much cares. Nobody looked into prehistoric Britain at all until the 20th C — and to begin with, it was treasure hunters. They’re only now doing serious science on the ancient circles and barrows.

So if there’s so much of that stuff, untouched, think how much Medieval stuff there is. Let alone Tudor. I had someone say to me today, “oh, my house isn’t all that interesting. It was just built in 1830.”

THIS CASTLE IS OLDER THAN MY ENTIRE COUNTRY!!!

Church, house, pub, battlefield, helmet, painting, cobblestone, whatever. It’s almost all older than my entire country (indigenous Americans notwithstanding).

I go into Receiver.

Yeah, Europe is like that. One of my favorite memories from my trip to Italy a few years back was seeing the mini-pyramid in Rome. It was built by a wealthy ancient Roman as his tomb. No fences or anything; it’s just there.

One corner of it bulges out into a street; the curb loops around it.

And Portchester Castle, which I saw on my visit to Britain in 1987.