

Ohhhh, 90 minute is already a treat in itself. That sounds delicious.


Ohhhh, 90 minute is already a treat in itself. That sounds delicious.


Reminds me of “The Necklace.”


fully fresh start.
Technically, Nethack will let you encounter your own graves from previous runs, so you can pick up your gear from last time (although usually it’s mostly cursed).


Yes! I was reading him during ElevatorGate, and I remember the reaction to that stupid Dawkin’s “Dear Muslima” comment. (What a s surprise Dawkins turned out to be a complete chucklefuck.)
Not a hint of sexual pest behavior, still very actively fighting back against conservative Republican shit heels.


Pharyngula and Slacktivist are ancient and still running. I’ve been reading both since I graduated high school/had a Google Reader feed with 1k+ blogs. Both very different: Pharyngula is a ran by an atheist biology professor, while slacktivist is a Baptist laid off journalist who was/is working retail.
The big thing with these blogs in the heyday of blogging - these comment sections were spectacular. Slacktivist drew me in because he did page-by-page analysis of the Left Behind series, and the commenters would write often high effort, good fan-fiction in response to whatever passage. On Pharyngula, you could see multiple actual scientists rip a stray creationist wandering in to shreds.
There’s just something different about old school blog culture versus “link aggregators” - nothing like the feeling of a “free Friday thread.”
I’m just wondering why I’m on the regex list. I guess leftist and trans is probably enough.
I wonder what earns a place on the regex list versus the other. Did we only medium piss him off?
You’re the one calling yourself an “object” …
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It makes you complacent.
Sometimes that’s good.
I quit for a while to try to get a government job. My dream job. They offered, then rescinded because of trans/Trump’s EO.
Now I don’t give a fuck. I’m sober for work, but otherwise when I’m home I’m high.
Like I can’t do anything about climate change/the fact that the president is a rapist, but I can get stoned, enjoy food that feels like it’s making love to my taste buds, make art that my fucked up brain tells me is a masterpiece and have mind blowing sex that means I don’t have to engage with conscious thought at all.


I worked at a shitty movie theatre for years and was promised an assistant general manager position - as in, showed my name tag with the position. Learned both front and back of house, worked literal 100 hour weeks (no OT, no benefits because “entertainment industry.”
Instead, they hired a random sociopathic woman who was lazy and did nothing at all. Not only verbally abusive, but also physically assaulted me. Absolutely tanked morale and they started hemorrhaging employees.


This is the best one, IMHO. I’d want to make it painful.


Rant just kills his male ancestors and impregnates his female ones IIRC?


I don’t think that’s true. I doubt his numbers match Andrew Jackson’s.
Here’s something I learned from practical experience - even if they reroute your guts so you shit into a bag (colostomy), as long as you have still have a rectum, you’ll still occasionally have to poop out mucus.


They sell this at Walmart. Pick it up and see if it’s close.



Bro, the parents at the school I taught at had the schools number blocked (if they had cell service at all) because they didn’t want to hear about their children beating the shit out of other children, or destroying school property, or smoking pot….
I had a pizza party once. I got paid $2200 a month and already spent at least $50 a month on supplies (kinda hard to teach chemistry if you don’t have chemicals…) I gave one of my class a pizza party, spent more than a hundred dollars.
Did any of them thank me? LOL. No, they complained because they could only have one slice.
It’s like the “social contagion” and “rapid onset gender dysphoria” bullshit. Somehow being repeatedly told that you just need to be happy being a girl/boy is cancelled out instantly by seeing a trans person exist. Then they pretend that you just walk into a gender clinic and leave with a HRT script and a surgery appointment.


Physically. Inventory would be smart, to stop me from buying shit I already have, but I’m worried that my apartment is in the early stages of something from Hoarders.
Other complication right now is that I’m still recovering from surgery - standing for fifteen minutes fatigues me and bending over is painful. It sucks, because I had taken off a week for cleaning at the end of last month and spent all of it in bed sick with the thing that sent me to the hospital.
I watched that one in theatres! I also watched Baby Geniuses 2, Meet the Spartans, and the Ridiculous 6 in theatres because I guess I attract garbage.
Male puberty as an adult rocked. Being that level of “eat an entire pizza” hungry and being able to sate it is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Best parts of college were splitting a pitcher of beer with a bro and eating the kind of pizza that leaves a snail trail.