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I feel for you! The amount of times I’ve torn my living space apart to find something in an unusual but simple place (Or just never see it again). “It’ll be safe here”, “I’ll never miss it if i put it right here”… Some say our brains have all the information that they haver ever processed. Why does it fight us so hard when we try to retrieve something we know damn well it has the answers to?

Oh! Same. You cannot portray the nuances of speech easily through text. I often feel like my intentions may be misconstrued if I don’t emphasize or elaborate, lol. I still have an array of colored pens for personal and close friend/family use!

Haha! Yes, i learned there are very few cities/towns (my Enon was a Village) that have an original name in the US. If they do they were named after a prominent person that grew the area. Most spawn from somewhere overseas, especially the “New” named ones lol. Then as we migrated we just had no originality for naming. Not gotten far enough down that rabbit hole to know why. I imagine religion, like Enon.

I used to live in an Enon, quickly realized it’s “None” backwards. So much nothing, there was a ceremony for a stop light.

Owning a beater was soo much easier though! And, as I started driving there I’m thankful, 'cause I had a beater. I remember it was a huge deal when we moved to Ohio because we would have to actually have the state inspect our families cars for the first time since purchase.

Thankee sai. …man, my auto correct hated that!

Tiptoe through the tulips…

Same. My older SO corrects me. I won’t have any of it.

Oh, I have listened to Wlcome to Nightvale! I liked the SCP archives too. I will have to check out Beef and Diary Network as soon as I get to a pause point on Box of Oddities. It may have been that GTA radio that had me prepped for podcasts.

The talk radio was the best! I was not a fan of most talk radio past morning shows but I loved all of the GTA ones. Somehow it made more sense listening to their off the wall shit than the real talk radio stations.

We used to just leave a vehicle parked somewhere while we made dinner or did other stuff and let the radio play!

People sometimes would stop by and realize, after a bit of convo, they were hearing something and be baffled as to what the hell we were listening too.