My voice is missing but I called out someone was near this window based on the map then lo and behold headshot.
YOU ARE THE REASON

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My voice is missing but I called out someone was near this window based on the map then lo and behold headshot.
I’m in a google chat hangout with some other editor/writer types and there’s one guy in there just furiously jacking off to the importance of suffering in narrative and I’m one more “I just think it adds depth to our humanity” away from mailing him that 50 gallon drum of lubricant on amazon because jesus god my dude give it a rest.
This just got linked in the chat, and it’s totally gone over his head. He’s now talking about how comedians are some of the most depressed people ever and that’s why creative people are so depressed because we see humanity for what it is and I swear to god if he was wanking any harder to his own genius he’d be on fire.
I just tried to very patiently tell him that maybe his view was a little skewed toward pessimism and not an actual reflection of reality and he just told me not everything in the real world is safe spaces, sunshine and rainbows and if I’d ever known suffering I’d understand that.
It shouldn’t be possible to feel 5 other people separated by several thousand miles worth of distance pull back from their screens and brace for impact and yet.
”Thank you, for making an assumption about my character based on my refusal to agree with your belief that suffering is the pinnacle of human experience. I’ll be sure to keep your good opinion in mind literally never.
As for “if I’d known suffering” I’m not going to get into a personal pissing contest with you, but I will point out that there are two cancer survivors in this chat, and someone who lost a loved one recently, and would thank you kindly to refrain from further invalidating their concept of pain and strength with every single comment you make. You literally told one of them they hadn’t gone through enough in life to understand your perspective of the world, presumably based on that time a girl said no to you and how it reflected the overall narrative arc of your life wherein no one seems to realize the true genius of your mediocre shallow depths.
And if you think that was rude and I hurt your feelings I’d tell you I’m sorry but if you think about it, I’m really just helping you reach the highest form of human experience according to you. You’re welcome.
I’d also like to thoroughly refute your idea that our capacity for pain is our defining trait as a species, and instead politely argue that the true narrative intent behind exploring suffering is to point out our inherent capacity to survive it. More than that, to recover from it.
War is hell, people commit atrocities and death is inevitable and yet we hope.
Hope is a survival instinct. It is one of the purest, most human things we will ever experience and it’s fundamentally rooted in our DNA. We hope the dawn will come, we hope the branch will hold our weight, we hope the tiger will not eat us, we hope the rain will come and water our crops, we hope tomorrow there will be work so we might feed our families, we hope, we hope, we hope.
There will always be those who run toward danger, not to face their own morality, but to spare others from theirs. But it’s the people waiting on the other side to offer care and compassion who piece the world back together again.
We take pictures of sunsets and blue skies and make up stories about gold at the end of rainbows and if you don’t think creating art is a means of creating safe spaces with which to experience the full gamut of human experience and emotion through healthy and safe means, then my friend, we have a lot more to talk about than I currently have the patience for. But I’m willing to try if you are.
Secondly, your portrayal of grief in your narrative is not “the most accurately human” as you put it when C____ suggested it felt a little wooden. Which leads me to believe you really have no idea what the emotion feels like beyond a shallow passing acquaintance with the inconvenience of someone experiencing it. Otherwise you’d know people don’t only cry at funerals, but they also laugh. They tell jokes, they comfort each other through the darkness because that’s what we as a species have always done. We look into the dark never ending night of reality and hear the wolves howling at the mortality of the cosmos and we light fires and tell stories about the coming of the dawn and just generally stick together and hope tomorrow will be better.
And just while I’ve got your begrudging attention: the dark brooding loner hero protagonist you’re so in love with because you believe it in some way represents your superiority above others, is nothing more than the male equivalent of the “I’m not like other girls” trope. Discuss.”
Maybe you should send him 50 gallons of aloe instead.
Perfection.
Holy shit you are my HERO
The mushroom creatures of artist Collette Xavier
Mushroom Fighter - Character Design Challenge by selected artists: Dương Việt Dũng, Keane Mar, Dio Mahesa, Sean Kyle Manaloto, Victor Vagnier
“No that’s an oil tank I’m not interested” 😂
#Me when I see realistic plants in video games#BABE THEY DID YARROW COME LOOK#BABE THESE GRAPES ARE CORRECTLY TRELLISED ( @bonzicatgirl )
THIS IS WHY I MAKE REAL PLANTS IN THE GAME. FOR NERDS LIKE ME.
Same energy:
I feel this every time I see an IBC in any form of media. I spent 12 hours a shift making these damn things for two years and now I see them everywhere.
the first pokemon that pops into your mind (right now) is your new forever partner, your ash-and-pikachu-level pal. your main pokemon companion who will accompany u thru everything. who is it?
(besides pikachu if reading “ your ash-and-pikachu-level pal” made u think of pikachu first. unless you want it to be pikachu)
Metagross
I just realized all the kids growing up with Spotify don’t have to spend money on specific music anymore, so they probably won’t have the memory of saving up money to buy their first CD and having it be something super cringy…like I think I saved up $15 for three weeks to buy the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack at Barnes & Noble when I was 9 and I was really proud of myself for that. Add your first CD you were way too proud of buying in the tags
I’m Not Ready
Provided I don’t up and die before it happens there will reach a point where I’ll read a book set during the “turn of the century” and it’ll be set in late 90s early 2000s. Reaching back to the bygone days of flip phones and dial up internet. It took me 20 years to realize this and I don’t like it.
if my bones are gonna crack like glow sticks every time i move i think i deserve bioluminescence. both to complete the aesthetic and as a consolation prize
I am apparently working on becoming a local cryptid at the store. Talents include:
Monitoring the changing of the seasons via mozzarella
Predicting the weather by picking up a piece of cheese and mysteriously saying “oh, the storm is gonna be bigger than we thought...” just before thunder
Mind reading, e.g. “Can you help me find a cheese? It’s called, uh... [starts fishing out shopping list]” “Gruyere?” “...yes O_o”
Mozzarella doubles in sales in the span of a week, right about when the first tomatoes show up
Cheese that I’ve wrapped in plastic will acquire condensation in a few seconds when it’s about to rain big time
“Gruyere” is always the cheese people want to show me on their list rather than try to pronounce it.
That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me
Cheesewitching. I respect it.
Is no one going to mention tyromancy? The divination through observation of cheese?
14 lbs of Feta Cheese AKA Getting Checked for Knives at a Wedding AKA Hooking up With Someone Right in Front of the Stage
Strap in fuckers this one’s long. A few years ago I had a very interesting birthday. It started with a phone call while I was getting ready for a wedding.
“Hey dude you home.”
“Yeah I’m getting ready for (friend)’s wedding.”
“You leaving soon?”
“No I don’t even have a tie on yet.”
“Good I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Okay?”
He hangs up and I keep getting ready. A few minutes later I hear a knock at the door and open it
“Here you go fucker.”
He and another buddy of mine each proceed to hand me a 7 lbs pound block of feta cheese. Yes TWO 7 POUND BLOCKS OF FETA CHEESE!!!!
*(note that is a picture of a 6 lbs black but you get the fucking point)
“Uh, thanks?” Now I love cheese. Especially feta cheese. But 14 FUCKING lbs OF IT IS A BIT OVERKILL. Regardless of which I went through all of it in about 3 months. I had to make shit like feta grilled cheese but I did it. Now the story doesn’t end here no. I still have a wedding to go.
I finish getting dressed, my buddy who's sharing a ride to the wedding shows up, and we leave. It’s a small wedding taking place in the court house. There is a slight hitch as we get there. I don’t know if I said this in another story yet but I like kilts. I own several and wear them all the time so you damn well know I’m wearing one to the wedding. This presents three problems.
One, part of the dress code when wearing a kilt can include two knives and dirk and a sgian dubh.
Two, as I said the wedding is in a court house so there’s a guard and a metal detector.
Three, the kilt, belt, and sporran I’m wearing all have metal on them. As soon as I walk in the door the guard asks me if I’m wearing any knives that go with a kilt. I tell him no but due to safety concerns and all the metal I’m wearing he has to use the wand to check me. Everything checks out and the wedding goes fine except for a faux pas on my part when the maid of honor, also the bride’s sister, starts talking to me and I look her right in the face and say.
“I have no idea who you are.” Turns out I was wrong, I did know her, and I think she’s still mad at me about it.
Also we stuck a floppy golden dildo to the groom’s car but, you know, these thing happen.
Congratulations you made it two thirds of the way through this story. Because it was MY birthday I’m going to a metal show. Its on the other side of the state almost but fuck you I’m going.
My buddy and I get back to the car, I change into something more suited to a metal show but he stays in his wedding attire, and I drive our happy asses two hours to get to the show. It’s a great show. Got to see two bands I liked live for the first time and found a new band to listen too. There were however some parts that were more interesting then others.
First was the flask that got passed around. On the plus side free booze on the downside it's a strangers flask filled with everclear. I decline for obvious reasons and also I don’t drink much at shows I’d rather be able to keep steady. Fun fact a closed head injury and extreme intoxication have some of the same symptoms. Don’t get wasted at shows.
Next thing of import was the happiest couple I’ve ever seen at a show. They were both moshing and crowd surfing together and loving it. I’m used to seeing one person being all in and the other slightly terrified.
Lastly, as mentioned in the title, I hooked up with someone. Right in front of the stage while the show was still going. And by hooked up I mean the chains on my sporran got hooked on her belt. Fuck you I think the joke is funny.
Show ends, we drive home, and get stuck waiting for a passing train all of five minutes from home and proceed to cuss out each individual train car.
Bannerlord
Bannerlord
“Thousands of distant voices cheering...”
So I’ve still got the four hour wrap up episode to get through but campaign one is done
You ever just want
to learn fluent french just to go a fancy french restaurant and order everything in perfect french except use english pronunciation rules for the wine? Bonus points if you say it in a super thick american accent
“puis-je avoir un verre de cab-ur-net sav-ig-non?”
muss-cat-oh
pin-oot greeg-e-oh
When you got an itchy beard
Me putting on beard balm in the morning.
Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible
So, your landlord/parents/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.
Don’t panic. Panic leads to fear, fear leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to the dark side. You can do this, but you have to stay calm.
Unlike maintenance cleaning, we’re not looking to completely unfuck one space at a time. Instead, we want to decrease the overall mess in stages, spread evenly across the whole area that we’re concerned about. If you think your home is at Level 10 filth, we want to bring the whole thing down to a Level 9, and then down from there. One really clean spot in an otherwise messy home is not going to be helpful here.
Get prepared. You’ll want to shut the computer down (or turn the modem off if you need your computer to play music). Trust me. Get your music going. Gather up trash bags, your vacuum and mop, some rags or paper towel, sponges, and other cleaning supplies. Use what you have on hand. Don’t get distracted running to the store and spending an hour browsing cleaning supplies. A multi-purpose cleaning concentrate or a jug of vinegar will be just fine.
Breaks are very important. Depending on your time constraints, work in 20/10s (20 minutes working, 10-minute break) or 45/15s. But take breaks because otherwise you’re marathoning, and marathon cleaning is no one’s friend. Keep hydrated, don’t forget to eat, and check in with yourself frequently to make sure you’re physically doing OK.
Make your bed. This will be your home base if you get overwhelmed or need somewhere clear to take a break.
Start with the garbage. Going from room to room, throw out anything that is obvious trash. Once you fill a bag, take it out. Repeat as many times as necessary.
Move on to dishes. Gather the dishes from all over your house and bring them to the kitchen. If you can, start them soaking in a sink of hot, soapy water or start loading the dishwasher. After the dishes are all in one place, spend one 20/10 getting started getting them under control.
Now it’s time for your flat surfaces. Countertops, tables, dresser tops, etc. Clear them off and wipe them down. Don’t get distracted in too much sorting and organizing. We’re in crisis mode here. There will be time to get in-depth once this is all done. The same applies to cabinets and closets. Unless you have reason to believe people will be opening closed doors, leave these alone for now.
Attack the floordrobe and shoe pile. Get your clothes either put away or in the hamper. Start a load of laundry if you need to, but keep in mind that laundry and dishes have three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, goddammit!
Get random stuff up off the floors. If something is trash-worthy, throw it away now rather than just move it around a bunch of times. Otherwise, put stuff where it belongs.
Take another 20/10 or 45/15 to catch up on more dishes, if needed.
Head into the bathroom. Pour some cleaner in the toilet bowl, fill the sink with hot water and cleaner, and either spray the tub and shower with cleaner, or fill the tub up with some hot water and add cleaner and let it soak. Put everything away that’s out and shouldn’t be, clean the mirror, counters, and toilet seat. Sweep or dry mop the floor. Wipe down the sink and tub/shower, and give the toilet bowl a scrub. Mop the floor.
Sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Vacuum everything you can, and sweep everything you can’t.
Walk outside of your house (don’t lock yourself out, please). Walk back in and see what catches your eye first. Go and deal with that.
If you’re being inspected or your landlord is coming in for repairs, spend time on whatever area they’ll be focusing on.
Give the whole place one more once-over and pay attention to anything you’ve missed so far.
It’s an old trick, but if your place is a little funky-smelling, put a pan of water on the stove on low heat and add some citrus or cinnamon or vanilla. Don’t leave it unattended or forget about it.
Take a shower, put on something clean, and eat something.
You can do this. It’s overwhelming, yes, but it is not impossible. You just need to do it. You have a list. You have directions. You have a whole bunch of Internet strangers who have been there before and who are cheering you on. You can do this, but you need to get started.
Why are you still here? GO. START. NOW.
the number of times in my past that I desperately wanted/needed someone to sit me down and tell me this stuff. I will never get back the hours and hours lost to headless-chicken mode, but it’s nice to know that in the last year I’ve learned so many coping mechanisms :D
Two kitties with Cerebellar Hyperplasia. Essentially they just wobble in unison, but can still enjoy life to the fullest with one another
Fucking Primus