#SameShitDifferentDay – Eric Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, and Dee [The New Kid]
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#SameShitDifferentDay – Eric Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, and Dee [The New Kid]
Genuine question: if they're remastering Fallout New Vegas genuinely how the hell are they going to release any kind of faithful remake of Honest Hearts in this day and age. like that was pretty repugnant even by mainstream 2011 cultural standards but now it's 2026 and counting. what is their move here. i feel like there's no possible way
the braingeniuses at 2026 Obsidian remaking honest hearts exactly the same except now daniel is asian just like they allegedly originally intended
you enter the DLC and ron perlman starts reading this slide to you
#SameShitDifferentDay – Eric Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, and Dee [The New Kid]
Fun fact; cats only release growth hormones while asleep during their kittenhood. Helping your kitten get maximum uninterrupted snooze time Literally Helps Them Grow.
Also, note how the kitten grows more used to being handled. First time, baby woke up and wasn't sure about going back to sleep until the next round of the game started. But once kitty trusted those hands? Stays dead asleep. That's trust 💚
public transport and public libraries are making out nasty on the couch
wow...theres creature species called an mutual...nature is beautiful
theyre all coming out to see the post and eat its Post Nectar
great picture for my iNaturalist, thanlk you all
Maryland's Mallows Bay, is a designated national marine sanctuary, has an intriguing history. This 18-square-mile park is filled with the remains of over 100 wooden, flat-bottom ships from World War I, making it the largest ship graveyard in the Western Hemisphere. Today, it is a wildlife oasis.
I did the usual "hmm, is this real, tell me more" about this and found the Mallows Bay Shipwreck Water Trail site, which has photos, videos, and also 3D models of the shipwrecks! Super cool.
[Image description: Three images of shipwrecks in murky green water. In the top image, three ships are nestled together, all covered in plants. In the middle image, the outline of a ship and some structures on it are visible as dark lines through the water. In the last image, there are many ships together, their outlines more visible in some areas than others.]
the most essential part of a fandom are those people who immediately tell you to write it, draw it, make it when you share your ideas, you have no idea how many fanworks are born just because someone encouraged it
another great way to make sure this continues is pressing the reblog button and going insane in the tags
immediately adding ‘fandom conga lines’ to my vocab
I had a dream that I met Greg Universe last night
We were both using the mirror in a beach side changing room / bathroom, and I heard his hairbinder snap while he was pulling a wrangled tail through, and gave him the extra one I always have with me in case that happens to me. He laughed, said he probably should carry extras, thanked me a thousand times while I brushed out my own hair. When I finished, he was gone, I don't remember saying goodbye. There was so much shed hair on the floor it came up to my ankles.
Then I woke up.
So, I started Playing A Game Last Night
The game uses a blend of 2D assets and 3D stage construction to allow primarily still images to function as extremely lively game characters and settings with limited deapth that allows for obfuscation, navigation challenges, and puzzle design around pushblocks, switches, and "Collect all of X" objectives.
The plot of the game concerns a New Kid moving into a small isolated town whom is immediately entangled with the signanigans of another local kid who is searching for something that's run him afoul of goverment agents dressed in black suits who eventually come to occupy the town.
Primary gameplay is collecting crafting material in one's enviroment to meet quest objectives to unlock more crafting recipies in between stealth missions to find out what the Secret Agents are doing And Why They're Kidnapping Cats. Stealth missions are navigation and timing challenges with some puzzle solving elements.
Didja think I played Stick of Truth and Fractured But Whole back to back? Cause it sure felt like it to me!
But no, the game I'm describing that I played all day yesterday is Mineko's Night Market
If you don't care to try it yourself, watch someone else play the first hour. You cannot convince me that Bobo isn't Stan and I will not be taking any further questions. Folks dunno if Mineko is a guy or gal and default on vibes and costume. The Goth Kids exist, as does a note perfect parallel to Eric Cartman; a kid who will only be friends with you if you do the expensive part of his Blind Box hobby to get them the one toy he wants, which is the exact moment he gets bored of it and has another, more expensive, ask. Final heart of his relationship? He wants me to buy him a brand new game consol, so new No Launch Titles Exist. And explicitly promises friendship in return for material goods. Meanwhile Bobo, our Stan analog, is mostly motivated by the kidnapping and abuse of cats and wanting to make that stop.
I'm personally having great fun with the title. Feels like an AU where Dee's parents got divorced before the move to South Park and everything is just flat out better because they're not living in the toxic runoff of a dying marriage but instead with a Single Dad Doing His Best With What He Has.
I mean the government bad men are still here but we work with it 🤣
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Today I taught a barista at the coffee house I frequent what their diaphram is and how to engage it for projecting one's voice and reducing throat strain.
If you've not been taught, here's a quick explainer.
Sit neutrally and notice your breathing. Which parts of your body are expanding and contracting to pull air in and push it back out. If you notice its mostly your chest, try to move the active effort of breathing down to your belly. Push out your tum, ignore the feeling of "being fat"- your gut is for Doing, not Looking, you are not a display item. If it makes you uncomfy, practice pushing your gut out when you inhale MORE OFTEN to do the exposure therapy thing and habituate yourself into letting your abdominal walls move from constantly being sucked in for the appearance of thinness.
Note; uncomfy feels from constantly sucking in can be overcome with habituation and exposure. PAIN is a sign something may be Very Wrong with the abdominal wall or neighboring body structures. Seek the advice of a practicing doctor as soon as possible, and avoid behaviors that hurt. You can't habituate pain and trying Will Cause Injury. Do not. Full stop.
Once puffing out your gut is a thing you feel okay doing, you're ready to find your diaphram. The same point just atop your belly button you pushed out as hard as you could while breathing in to open extra space and expand the lungs to max capacity? Now you pull that back in, firmly and steadily, to push the air back out with a physical OOMPH behind it that You Can Feel At The Bottom Of Your Lungs, pushing upwards so hard the bottom of your ribcage curves inward with the force as you reach the end of your breath.
Congradulations, you've found your diaphram. The barrier of muscle that sits under the cardiopulmunary cavity where your heart and lungs live. When your belly pushed out, the diaphram was allowed to stretch dowards towards your guts and allowed maximum expansion of your air supply. When you pulled your belly in to push up under your lungs, you have done something singers call "maintaining breath." You've found the plunger at the bottom of your ribs and figured out how to make it flex, and the more you practice the more fine nuances of your capability you will discover.
Once you know how to maintain breath support, you've got more than singing that is enhanced by the ability. Talking softly with the diaphram engaged can give a certain "chips are down" intensity useful to the acting crowd, and person to person is useful for Being Heard because your words aren't just in your mouth. They're coming up from somewhere deeper and are more powerfully projected. Greater air support makes it easier to enunciate at volume, and People Feel That. If they've never heard someone speak from their gut before, they may startle or otherwise get some odd ideas. I had to convince peers with an actual stick once a year I was neither magic nor a Seer of any kind because they found my voice to take on a mythical quality when I spoke like that. Knowing your diaphram also helps turn the volume up to 11 without ripping any soft tissues; handy in layin down the law.
Breathe deep, friends, and speak loudly.
graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge
sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses
Its worthwhile to remember the discouragement of graffiti is the discouragement of Young Creative Expression.
The Olds are mad you're Doing Art Wrong. Its not about the bridge, its about the ego of the elderly person who ordered it built.
young old person tip for you all. go get some photos printed (pauses so someone can say bogos binted) and fill out a physical album
and annotate them with who is in the photos and when and where the photos were taken!!! your extended family 50 years from now will be grateful, and so will you if you end up forgetting any details
(sprints into room late, looking harried and frantic as fuck) bogos binted. did I miss it
So if you wanna slip the collar of social media just a hair, there's an alt for photo sharing my family picked up called Frameo. The company sells digital picture frames that can be connected to others via generated one time use friend codes. When someone you've enabled to send pics to your frame does so, it lets off a little chime and adds the new pictures to a continious shuffle of everything on it.
My father used this to distribute photoes of his family reaching back to the 1910's, which my aunt kept and curated. If not for her work making the photo album, there would have been naught to share, so this is very much a "Yes, And" suggestion. Curate photoes, but also consider how best to share them when everyone in one physical place ain't an option.
bonfire eulogy
*puts my hand over my drink*
Every guy who talks like he openly wants a dommy mommy is a guy who thinks he can Make Her Go Straight and Conqure Her by turning her into a tradwife who only shows herself in specifically His Bedroom. That's why he insists he "likes girls like you"- he has a fixation on TAMING, the same dehumanizing language used around the indigionous to insist the person was useless before the man came and Civilized them. Or Made An Honest Woman of her. Or Saved Them From Their Backwards Family. These are all phrases for "I stole a person and forced them to act the way I Want" and casting those things as Moral when Kidnapping and Coercion Is Anything But.
If a guy is openly cruising for more outspoken, loud, "Butch" women who brags about how much he would LOVE to date a trans woman before the topic has even come up? RUN. He wants to bait a woman to abuse her into Becoming Domestic. He doesn't want you, He Wants The Clout Of Being Seen As Conquring You.
Tell him to stop putting his fetishes first. His failure is he's skipping the step of trying to make genuine friends before he tries to get his hooks in, and that's worth dumping your drink on his head, and going home with friends ASAP. He will gather back up and lie to them to try and have a confrontation if you stay in the area, so choices after Telling Him No are stay in the most visible spot you can and tell the staff A Creep Just Creeped And May Be Sore About Rejection so they are prepared to kick out any conspiritorial whisperers hiding near the bathroom, OR skidoodle to a safe place with safe people and a locked door for the rest of the evening. Holding your ground and letting the creep fully humilate himself may cause his friends to finally intervene, triggering a telling off he'll Actually Hear, but its at the cost of you having to tank Maximum Beligerance before anyone will even admit he's being an asshole. And if no one kicks him out when he's gone max beligerance? He will feel Bolstered, not Cowed. Public humiliation of being kicked and banned is required, so don't hold your ground unless you can trust the staff to actually hold the guy to task for being a massive dangerous creep.
If you've verified he's on his own and you are physically capable, the humiliation can be accomplished with the serial killer stare and openly speaking about how you'd hide his body when you're done with him. Men casually make women fear for their lives for power over women, but 99% are bluffing cowards who will RUN the moment they feel a single ounce of unsafe or uncomfy. So if he's being an edgelord? Give him a graphic description of peeling his skin from his flesh while staring him down, describe how to sharpen knives for butchery, discuss the use of lead bullets being used in slaughter operations because they don't riccochet off walls. Tell him how you'd ensure his corpse was never found, and no one would even know where to look for him. Dudes do not know how to handle blood and guts talk, that's why they raise their sons to be ignorant of periods and the menstral cycle. Even the biggest red flag creeper in my orbit never spoke to me again after I descibed to him how fast an anthill can strip a steer down to bone, and how bones sunk in a peat bog will be broken apart by wildlife in a decade or less cause the roots split the hard bits and scavengers do the rest.
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