Bubba Ho-Tep. Bruce Campbell is a still-alive Elvis forgotten in a nursing home. He’s got to fight a mummy that’s sucking the souls out of old people’s assholes. Also Black JFK assists. It really shouldn’t work, but it somehow manages to.

That was Cow and Chicken. Those were the “Buffalo Gals” (“won’t you COME OUT tonight” was their refrain if I recall).

Ah the classics.

Why own a car if it can’t do a round-trip weekend excursion or haul a bit of furniture?

The overall point I’m getting here is that yes, that’s a fine expectation to have. But do you really need a King Ranch Super Duty just to go to the airport twice a year?

To add to the backlash portion: doctors are monitored for what rxs and how many they write for controlled substances. Pharmacies are monitored for how many controlled substances they dole out. Some rural pharmacies will refuse to take on new patients with pain meds (ex: you have a recently-diagnosed cancer patient who lived in the middle of nowhere all their life, and they can’t get morphine because their local pharmacy refuses to take on another scheduled rx). Pain management typically dictates you get a few days at a time and have to be reassessed before you can get another rx, so that means throwing another one on to the pile for the doctor and pharmacy, which means more liability.

Source: spouse worked ambulatory trying to coordinate with bumfuck nowhere pharmacies to get cancer patients their meds.

I recently came around on non-seafood sushi (sweet potato tempura rolls). I eat seafood once a year in good faith — all types, over the years — and it’s always a hard no, and I had just lumped sushi into that category. But I honestly didn’t know there were veggie sushi options until this past year, so I gave it a try and loved it.

I just want a mechanic where your character slowly succumbs to PTSD and tinnitus, making them unplayable, and then you have to navigate the VA to prestige.