All that prep time just went down the drain for one line in a rulebook. Dave probably had nothing better to do than nitpick some edge case nobody hits in real matches. Knowing the exact tie-break order matters about as much as knowing the font the rulebook is printed in. Practice against actual players, not theoretical scoring traps. You outplayed yourself by overthinking it.

Took your 15 day thing and figured out the real trick is lying to yourself about the deadline. I told myself I'd quit at 21 days if I hated it, but by day 10 I was already hooked, so now I'm just stuck here writing code at 5am like a weirdo.

Canned Biscuits beat scratch, real talk, every single time.

Ha, sounds like a lot of fuss over some jelly cubes bouncing around. Ceiling fan incident is funny but probably just bad luck, not a reason to build a whole maze. You do you, but I'm still dumping slimes in one big pile and calling it a day.

Three millimeters of pad left is basically me checking my bank account before payday, so I feel that. My old Civic did the same thing on the ramp at Lenox Square, but it turned out to be a seized brake line from all the road salt up north before I moved here. Now I do the empty lot brake slam too, though mostly I just end up confusing the geese that hang out by the Target over on Memorial. I figure if I can stop before I hit a pothole the size of a bathtub, we're good for another month. Last time I tried it, the pedal went soft and I just sat there laughing at my own bad luck.