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At any given time there's three functions going on in my head. There's a stream of calculations that constantly flow. There's my inner entertainment system that that translates those calculations to thoughts if they need to be translated. Then there's sorting room with the file cabinet and shredder to organize that flow of thoughts.

When I say entertainment system I mean my inner voice and the ability to visualize just by thinking. Is the voice what's traditionally considered a monologue? I don't know. It's nothing like Al Pacino giving a speech. It's some of the worst narration imaginable. What I think is happening is my mind is doing calculations then using my voice to put those calculations into my consciousness for me to understand. The amount of time my mind shuts the fuck up is almost nonexistent. It does happen but, for it to switch from monologue to nothing requires intervention. I'm either filling my head with something to occupy it like music, or reading, or video games which in that case my head voice focuses on whatever I'm throwing at my brain with a little spillage. Or I'm seeking out a purposefully quiet environment where I can just go and ignore my thoughts. Almost like meditation but I'm no monk. I'm not sitting in some room with my legs crossed and my arms out falling asleep. I usually just find some place quiet outside and take in the world around me.

What really grinds my gears is the sorting room. I imagine it as each thought going to a room with a few filing cabinets and a shredder in it. That room can probably be broken up into bodily function operations, everyday needs operations, and emotional operations. The first two are functioning, it's the emotional one that's backed the fuck up and overflowing. There's some shit that should have been shredded a long time ago. Some thoughts keep popping up because that particular filing cabinet is overflowing. It manifests itself as depression and anxiety. When my inner voice is concentrating on that, then I know I'm in for a tizzy. The narration goes from quiet nothings to fucking full blown yelling and screaming matches in my head. The dangerous part is resisting the urge...

They're close. I might give another answer depending on the day. The rest of the order I stand by.

3. Tater tot: A good tater tot is like butter. Pure salt and crunch then melt in your mouth deliciousness.
4. Onion Rings: Good onion rings is technically better than tater tots, but the spectrum of bad to good onion rings is very wide.
5. Curly Fries: Curly Fries are hard to fuck up. I don't even think I've had a variation of curly fries. They're all the same to me, but they're so good.
6. Wedges: Wedges have a smaller spectrum than onion rings, but the ceiling is lower and they're hard to rank better than the ones ahead of them.
7. Shoestring: McDonalds
8. ZigZag: These can range from heavenly to straight fucking trash. Unfortunately they're too easy to turn into straight fucking trash. By that I mean you have to put more work into them to make them good as opposed to just salt and oven/fried. Might as well just try to fry some snow at that point.
9. Sweet Potato: I've had good sweet potato fries but I rarely get good sweet potato fries.
10. Waffle: I don't get these. They're ass. The only place that makes them kinda tolerable is Chik-Fila, but even then they're still ass to me. Can't even make them good at home without drowning them in salt and ketchup. I can slice up a potato and chuck them in the oven and get better results most of the time.

Edit for formatting. Apparently piefed, doesn't honor your numbering and turns it into 1, 2, 3, etc even if you go 8, 12, 3.

Yeah this is my issue with it. I can find all the arts, Linux, and political stuff just fine. Sports, music, and places communities are seriously lacking. They exist, but are a shell of what you'd hope they'd be. Engagement is so low, it's not worth bothering. The sports and music communities being so small and sparse is a real bummer.

Tomorrow's gonna suck isn't it.

God's I hope their online lobby is not some BS in this game.

Is this the no undies = swamp ass problem?

Where the 18s at...?

I got 355 hours in the game and haven't launched a rocket yet. I just built my first silo like an hour ago. I thought I was like minutes away from doing it. Nope. I have a whole new fucking chain to learn. Oh well. I love it. It's not stressful at all to me. This is the type of shit I live for. My OG answer to this question is SimCity 4. The endless replay value and modding in that game got me well over 5k hours of play. Factorio is the only game since then that has come even close to that feeling.

Factorio

I go out with my dog and kick a ball around. We both use some energy. The day doesn't seem as slow any more. I actually have more energy to want to do something after. It's not much but it works.

When I was a child my neighbor had a peach tree. Me and my brothers would hop the fence and grab a bunch whenever they started to ripen. So much better than store brought peaches.