When my wife and I were expecting we wanted to keep the sex a surprise. I used every opportunity to be a pain in the ass about it. “Do you know what you’re having?” “Well we suspect it’s human but I who knows.” “Boy or girl?” “No idea, they’ll probably let us know at some point.”

Amazing how bonkers it drove some people. Can’t recommend it enough for this reason alone.

It’s 2032. You step outside for a walk. The neighborhood drone swarm marks your priority socioeconomic status and hovers around your head to show you an ad for male pattern baldness treatment. Every shop you pass is closed. Holes start appearing in the ad as drones break off when your lawyer neighbor starts her afternoon run. She sighs and taps her wrist for payment and they return to you.

Go ahead and destroy the financial district Godzilla. Make the people happy.

I would be shocked if someone, probably British, had not fired tea from ship cannon at some point or another during the tea trade

Touch of realism. Graffiti isn’t necessarily coherent or rational. Sometimes it’s just some angry shit scrawled on a wall.

If you just got a point for never having written a postcard, go write a postcard! And mail it to someone that you appreciate in your life. It doesn’t need to be from anywhere exotic or say anything profound, it just takes a few sentences. If you really want to get fancy about it, a lot of little art galleries sell postcard sized prints and you can give someone a tiny little piece of art that speaks to you. Or go to a museum and buy like 10 at the gift shop and keep a stockpile to send when you want to reach out. People love it, and you probably will too.