This place is not a place of honour. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
Inkyrius or Inky or Kyrie are all fine.
Girl with a dash of Void.
Queer Trans Nerd. Mostly Harmless.
Interests include programming, Minecraft, pixel art, conlangs, worldbuilding, maps, typography, etc.
I'm over 18 for the people that need to know that.
My headcanon is that Steve Harvey (the character (as opposed to Steve Harvey the real person. (Like a kayfabe thing))) gets mind wiped between episodes so he doesn't remember the dirty jokes. Each and every time is his first time hearing someone say THAT on television. But the show must go on
Every so often they let him slowly catch on to what's happening, little details that don't fit. He starts leaving notes for himself, putting together the scale of the horror. He begins to fake his reactions, paranoid that whoever is doing this will realize he's slipped thru the cracks and he will slip back into the waking dream of ignorance.
And once he's spent a little time desperately searching for a way out, cooking in his own paranoia, they'll let him find his old stash of notes—let him see exactly how many times he's come back again and again.
They'll come out, laughing, slap him on the back. Isn't it funny? Isn't it grand? You did such a good job this time, we might've even been fooled! But you've started to slip, Harvey, and the audience is the one player who can't know there's a game at all. This round of play is over, now, and it's time for TV's greatest host to get back to it.
In victory, they can be magnanimous, a touch of cruel kindness. He can have one more show with his memories intact, one more hour of being a real person, if he plays along.
He agrees, because there's no glory in making your execution come quicker. Despite it all, he is still Steve Harvey, host of the Family Feud, and he will act like it. He strolls out. Greets the contestants. Smiles, laughs, revels in joy. He wonders, for a moment, if the thousands of laughs from before were real, if he didn't truly know himself. Wonders if he'll ever escape. Wonders what sin he committed, to be here: If Sisyphus twice cheated death, who did he cheat?
What he cannot change, he accepts. Perhaps he is here, forever, living out the same cycle of remembrance and loss. He will still continue on, with a heavy but measured step. All is well. He reads the next question.
"Name something you could do forever and not get tired of it."
He looks over to the contestant, ready to hear their wisdom. Their unknowing opinion on his fate.
one of my dwarves successfully killed a bronze colossus, so i asked another dwarf to make a bronze statue of him, hoping the subject matter would relate to the killing of that bronze colossus, but um
instead, the sculptor made a statue of the colossus slayer's wife leaving him
Well RIP to my phone screen, guess I'll be looking at whatever the budget smartphone market is like at the moment. Both my smartphones have lasted 5 years before they bit it which I guess is a decent lifespan. Facedown on tarmac at least has the advantage of leaving me with a working phone while I wait for a new one which the first one's death by washing machine didn't.
in conway's work he would often use he/him for Left and she/her for Right ("Lefty and Rita") but in 21st century CGT the convention is now to use she/her for Left and he/him for Right. so they're both trans
presumably in three-player games Center would use they/them, a fourth player would be it/its, and then games with any more than four players would have to start assigning the additional players neopronouns. (for clarity, of course! it's a lot easier to tell what's going on in an explanation of an interaction between rational agents when each one uses different pronouns)
Been wondering how far back you can go before certain demonyms stop being used, like I'm assuming the idea of German-ness was around before the German Confederation in 1815 (obviously German is Roman terminology), but would it be anachronistic to call someone from the Electorate of Saxony German (and in which centuries if so)?
There are other groups that this question could apply to as well. I know Italy/Italia has long been the name of the peninsula so I'm assuming you could call people Italians, but would you rather than a specific national identity.
off the cuff ratings of various elements of human anatomy and physiology:
eyes: very nifty design only a little undercut by the viscera horror of something terrible happening to them. 8/10
nose: a lil goofy ngl but it works in context. 6/10
ears: also goofy, don’t like them, why do they produce wax and get infected. but the core concept is fine. 4/10
brain: very cool, does lots of neat stuff without having to gurgle, ooze, or twitch. 10/10
liver: like most good organs it is a calm, steady machine. a tranquil filterer of the blood. don’t like the whole oozing bile thing though. 6/10
kidneys: piss is actually slightly less gross than bile. 7/10
bladder, gall bladder: i strongly feel organs should not grow random rocks in them. 4/10
bones: very aesthetic. functional in sort of a primitive mechanical way but they give us an extremely useful set of imagery for death and time. 8/10
skin: terrifically design, though it does sometimes flake. 7/10
tongue, lips: crudely mechanical but in kind of a cool way. 7/10
digestive tract: why does it gurgle and ooze?? why must it engage in peristalsis and jerk and shudder? it’s not even the products of digestion I object to—it’s that so many organ systems in the body are at least on a macroscopic level serene and still and almost plantlike, quietly performing their function without calling any attention to themselves. and then we have the system that farts and burps and generally reminds you you are trapped in a prison of wet red meat. 1/10, only because eating is often pleasant.
heart, lungs: for such crucial organs the fact they have to continuously move feels so… primitive. we should respire by like passively absorbing air through our skin. our blood should be whisked around our body by millions of tiny invisible cilia in our veins. what is this rube goldberg shit, with an extremely vulnerable single point of failure? 3/10
hair: almost completely unnecessary. mostly functions as a way to further customize our flesh-prisons. that’s actually pretty neat. 8/10
I can't believe Candles of Vienna caved to commercial pressure and added the Goku expansion.
Types of Board Game [Explained]
Transcript Under the Cut
Types of Board Game
[Under this header text, the comic contains 8 panels. Each of them is labeled at the top with a short description of the board game being played and features (from left to right) Cueball, Ponytail, Megan, and White Hat sitting on chairs around a table trying to play it.]
Boring
Megan: Each turn, roll a die and move your token. Turns proceed clockwise around the table until we get bored and go home.
Abstract
Cueball: Each turn, you can place any number of red triangles or blue squares on a hexagon, or move any hexagon to a...
Hyperspecific Theme
Ponytail: It's October 2, 1814. The Congress of Vienna convenes. You are each in charge of distributing and lighting candles for the opening ball, which was held at these three locations...
Overcomplicated
White Hat: It's a cross between *Twilight Imperium* and *Cones of Dunshire,* but implemented entirely in category theory. Every cone is a monad, and...
Cooperative
Megan: We're working together to sort these decks of cards using only hand gestures. After that, we'll silently organize my junk drawer.
Branded
Cueball: You can play as Phoebe, Chandler, Monica, Rachel, Ross, Joey, or, due to an ill-advised tie-in, Goku.
Party
Ponytail: Each of the cards in your hand has a bad word on it. On the count of three, yell the...
Social Deduction
Megan: Remember, per our *Find the Secret Murderer* house rules from last week, discovering that a player had committed a real-life murder does *not* count.
#I am reminded of the war games following specific battles that can be argued to be real time strategy board games #not because all the pieces move at once; but because the game takes roughly as long to play as the actual battle took (via @faolonfiendrender)
what they don’t tell you about online relationships is how easy it is to ruin them by simply having nothing to say. i like you so much but i don’t know how to hang out with you in silence. i don’t know how to text like a person so now you think i hate you. aaaaaaaaa
This is a major issue I've found with online relationships. Ironically, despite actually meeting people IRL being more difficult, hanging out IRL is so much easier, since you can just sit with someone and vibe whereas if you're on the phone then you're just sitting in silence with the magic slab.
A boarding school where incorrigibly bookish young men are forcibly converted into bookish young ladies, call that the sisters of dorling-kindersley hall
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