GunSmith

Ace, come to Cleveland, we need to jam. You had quite the groove going, post moar.

Glad she opened up a little. Really hope she lets you see her soon. When she gets out, spend as much time as you possibly can with her. Take her for short walks, ask her about her life and learn from her. In 15 years, you'll be glad you did.

Can't offer any advice that the others haven't, but I do want to offer empathy and condolences, for what it's worth. My grandma was the same way; we had to pry out of her anything (everything) she wouldn't tell us about her condition, it's frustrating. Most likely, she doesn't want to think of her morbid situation, let alone discuss it at length (not even with family). It wouldn't hurt to ask the docs; since you're family, I can't imagine them being too secretive about her condition. As for smarts, you don't have to have the same degree a doctor holds in order to talk to them. If you're smart enough to worry about her, you're smart enough to be able to state your concerns. Best of luck to you all. Also, how long has she had CHF?

Now I have room and light for a cannabis bush, some baby habaneros, a crippled tomato, a primrose + daffs and other ornamentals, grain sprouts and catnip for the kitties, and psilocybes. All the plant-sweat and O2 filling the air makes this tent smell/feel exactly like a sunny meadow. Talk about endless summer. Old Man Winter can go fuck right off.

Wow, what's the matter, Q? Chill. *passes Q a Snickers* You're not you when you're hungry.

Wow, a lot of work went into that one. 'Dem layers.

Wow, I spent all this time thinking they ruined the followers system...

You can command followers to stay put... Please elaborate. I see Trade, Thoughts, Dismiss, Relationship...Am I doing something wrong?

I miss commanding companions to stay in place. Piper and her shitty AI insist on stomping around, babbling shitty dialogue, and otherwise ruining my (shitty) stealth. The dumb cunt. I miss you, ED-E. At least you understood the element of surprise.

Hot, buttery ham on homemade rye. My spirit has never been so conflicted: Also, I helped my buddy decorate a few thousand (or something) cookies. I mostly did the dazzlingly creative star shapes, she did the rest of the work.

*waxes moustache* Ma'donn', the Christmas lasagne... Nothing celebrates Christ quite like a load of carbs and fat. Also, caramel chicken: Closest I've come to duplicating Asian flavors. God bless Chef John.

Brilliant game. I care so much less about the fate of my son than I do about traveling and witnessing the Commonwealth in its entirety. Not that the story's bad: judging from what I've bitten off, this is the best storyline of the series. I've never been too invested in the main Fallout conflicts until now. *lip quivers* I will never have the time to fully enjoy this game. Life is futile.

Do you do English calligraphy? I draw and doodle around Arabic calligraphy, it is relaxing indeed.

Dunwich Borers rhymes with Dunwich Horror...that had to be deliberate.

Too much? Nah, sounds like textbook radsickness. Shoot up some RadAway and keep playing.

You could deck that face out in a cowboy hat and some bandoliers, and it'd fit just as well. What a gloriously rugged bastard.

I have a (small) collection, too. Is that red deck from Bicycle?

http://www.marijuana.com/blog/news/2015/11/canada-officially-begins-move-toward-legalizing-marijuana/

Love the grill brush/rust remover. You obviously inherited some engineer's resourcefulness.

That's the first I've heard about the radio soundtrack. What's the playlist like? Fallout 3 used jazz and swing, NV was country/western and lounge, does FO4 have a "theme"?

"...a guard shack to protect it". Your resources are vulnerable to NPCs? Can Raiders jack your water supply/sabotage the genny? Also, anybody found Threeeeee Daaaaawg yet? His voice actor said something about coming back, a few years ago.

Crispy pancakes?? No, God gave us waffles for that purpose. Pancakes gotta be fluffy.

I had a lung function/capacity test last week. They found I have abnormally high-functioning lungs, and almost record-breaking capacity: 7.5 liters. Now I'm a pretty short dude who should have pretty short lungs, and I'm a daily smoker (non-tobacco) as well; they repeated every test, just to be double-sure, and the results did not vary. How can this be explained? Is it a shitty superpower? Am I Iron Lung Boy?

I'm happy to share some, Ging'. This wait is interminable, though. Also, the fall foliage came out overnight: So that's why it's Strawberry Blue...

Strawberry Blue is almost done, maybe two or three more weeks. What an incredible smell.