I've used an exacto knife to give my Apple ][+ lowercase. I've built 2 PCs from parts (and installed Windoze and Linux from scratch on them), I've edited the floppy driver on my Linux kernel to ignore the change line and always say the floppy is changed, recompiled and run the new kernel on a box with a broken floppy change line.
The laptop I am typing this on has not had the OS reloaded since it came from Toshiba. Life is too short and I can't be bothered.
I helped found a non-profit to help divorced dads misjudged and considered "dead beat" when they are really "beat dead," so the scene where Homer meets Lurleen's Dad at the door and he offers to "Vodka up his Corn Flakes" then "Heroin up his Vodka" wearing a shirt saying "no child support" is making me uncomfortable even as I type this.
I still love the Simpsons.
I've watched Simpsons since it was a short on Tracey Ullman, and they have once offended me enough that I turned it off. In fact, I turned the TV off for the night and went in the other room. In syndication to this day that episode makes me emotionally tighten up. I never filed a single complaint, wrote a single letter or missed an episode out of spite. If you watch that kind of series, you sign up for your ox getting gored occasionally.
A group of volunteers called "Loose Cannon Productions" has cobbled together reconstructions for most, if not all of the lost episodes from the existing audio, stills, existing short clips, etc. However, if not truly hardcore, those would be even harder to stomach.
Of course, most TX Democrats would be considered Independents anywhere but TX or UT.
My best friend for most of my life (I'm 47), the 2nd most intelligent person I know in my peer group, always completely rational, sane and scientific, once in confidence told me of clearly hearing his dead uncle's voice telling him how proud he was of him. At the time, I chalked it up to auditory illusion, then:
In college, my roommate and I went jogging one night. He is the 3rd most intelligent person in my peer group. We heard a female heavy breathing and foot-falls behind us, catching up. He even pulled forward and ahead of me to allow her to pass. She sounded out of breath and labored. Suddenly, it stopped. We simultaneously stopped to look back. There was no one there and nowhere for her to disappear to. He even said "weird!" I doubt it was a simultaneous illusion, We had not been drinking or drugging.
And before someone makes a smart-ass remark, I don't count myself as 1st most intelligent.