

if there are no psychics, then how do you explain my grandmother who is always able to pop up with the exact wrong thing to do, in the exact wrong moment, to completely ruin my mood and day.
I swear I could be across the country and wake up at 3am for some time to myself (no not like that, pervert), and before I even swing a leg out of bed my phone will be ringing and it’d be her.





Of course, because reading is hard and why read when you can have the gamified systems tell you good from bad, to save those pesky brain meats from all the thinky hurts.