My last name is neither my mom or dad’s. It’s my mom’s ex-husband’s from before I was born. I guess she still legally had the name after they split, and I inherited it - not her side of the family or my father’s last name, since they weren’t married. So I carry a last name for some family I’m not a part of biologically or otherwise, and have never met anyone from that family. And I’m estranged from the entirety of both sides of my biological family, so neither of those names would be viable replacements.

It does and has always bothered me a bit. I’ve never felt pride about my name or where I came from. I’ve never felt the sense of family that my friends seemed to have. Or the sense of identity that might come from wearing a jersey with your last name across the back. I just feel like a misfit, so in a way this misfit name is kind of appropriate. It’s hasn’t been a priority to change it, and nobody gives a shit for spite to have any effect. They would never find out.

The boot drive with the fur (with the fur)

Immolation. Their sound on recordings is fine, but their live sound was unexpectedly amazing.

I have one, only because it was an open-box special. I don’t really notice a difference compared to a flat screen when I’m immersed in a game or whatever.

I’ll clear my throat, jingle my keys, make louder footsteps to make my presence known, especially at night or when turning a corner. It’s not just for women, but for any person or animal to not be startled.

I think it’s a combination of courtesy, habit from having worked in a restaurant kitchen, and camping in bear country.

Sad music is the best. Deftones are way more horny than angry.

This. I’m afraid to provide examples in case OP wants to train an AI model on artists I admire, or something.

Anchorman

Feta. Sure, pizza tends to be already covered in cheese, but this is different cheese, and that is a good thing. I think it goes well with some of my other faves, such as green olives, pineapple, banana peppers.

Salami. It’s like pepperoni, but different.

Alfredo sauce instead of tomato sauce, together with a few toppings like chicken and red onion, is heavenly, and doesn’t seem to cause heartburn.

Geezer