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i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer

loveridden1999

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

featuringmarkhoppus

sabertoothwalrus

dragongirlsnout

don't cry okay? huge as fuck bowl of strawberry

dragongirlsnout

Don't cry okay? Huge as fuck container of blueberry

dragongirlsnout

don't cry okay? huge as fuck bag of blackberry

dragongirlsnout

if i had a quantity of raspberries this large i would end up on the news

dogpuppy

animentality

homunculus-argument

You know you've fucked up when you go to a doctor and the thing you have wrong with you has been named after an occupation that isn't a thing anymore. Like imagine a doctor looking at you and going "yeah you've got ox-drawn ploughman's disease. We don't even test for that anymore. Yeah the reason you've never heard of it is because the last known case was in 1927 and happened to some guy who was like 98 years old and didn't believe in modern medicine of the time. What the fuck have you been up to."

vidrig

Here in Sweden we have a pretty active larping community and many of them have a historical setting. I remember a story of a really awesome WW2 larp where, unfortunately, one of the participants hadn't removed his boots for three days straight and it rained the whole time. His feet suffered so much that he had to be taken to the hospital, which was a sight to behold. See, this guy covered in mud and wearing authentic WW2 gear had managed to get an incredibly historically correct case of trench foot. From a trench.

a-bed-of-moss-deactivated202605

Peer reviewed! Too good to leave!

charseraph

asteroidtroglodyte

When I got Gout and the doctor told me the diagnosis I laughed so hard the doctor then asked me if I was on any psych meds. I was just like “wait so I got Old Timey Rich Person Disease?”

Roughly paraphrasing his response: “well by your own admission you live on a diet of shellfish and wine, and you came into my office dressed like a vampire. Like. Yea man you gave yourself Gout. You want me to check you for Consumption while I’m at it? Go eat some vegetables, please.”

The most modern of medicine is no match for a Human who insists upon recreating the behaviors of their ancestors, it would seem.

draconym

i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer

aj-living-life

Saving this post to show my boss who I told the AI flier makes us look lazy and ignorant, and offered to hand draw one. She still printed tons of ai fliers and I'm tempted to make a better one just because it annoys me so much.

aj-living-life

Fun update: event was canceled because literally nobody rsvp'd to the AI flier.

rnismatch

(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it

never-kill-on-the-first-dat-blog

Hey, what’s Winnie the pooh’s favorite color?

taco-bout-a-shit-blog

Yellow

never-kill-on-the-first-dat-blog

No it’s red because of his shirt

taco-bout-a-shit-blog

No, it’s yellow because he loves honey

never-kill-on-the-first-dat-blog

You have no idea what you’re talking about

taco-bout-a-shit-blog

DID I FUCKING STUTTER?

voaga

Things heating up at the Winnie the Pooh fandom

sun-of-a-watcher

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

verycrowindeed

ID: Picture of a Winnie the Pooh cardboard book. The book is open. The left page reads

“Then Pooh says “Yellow — like honey. That’s my favourite color.”

The right page is an illustration of Pooh sitting over the grass with a pot of honey in one hand and his other hand covered in it about to eat it. END ID

stuffman-main

imagine if you will, a fairly dry survival crafting game in which you live in a bunker and must periodically venture out to scavenge food, set up turrets for attacking monsters, etc

now, your computer inside the bunker has a game-inside-a-game on it which is a charming farming sim of undeniably greater quality and scope than the survival game you're playing. therefore, the object of the game becomes to keep your bunker secure so you can play the farming game more.

now, once you achieve the highest rating in the farming game, a secret shop inside it unlocks, and one of the novelty items you can purchase is a game console, giving you access to games-inside-a-game-inside-a-game. most of the games for it are typical mobile shovelware, but one of them is a highly polished, extremely brutal precision platformer with amazing level design and production values exceeding that of the survival game and farming sim combined.

it is only at this point that the purpose of this entire contrivance becomes clear: to create the most deranged speedrun community the world has ever seen.

wisedreamdelusion

GO TO THE HELL I DONT WAKE YET AND I DONT SLEEP WELL

kaijutegu

harsh words from one of the muppet babies

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ramshacklefey

No IDs, but these tags got me in a huff:

So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.

They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.

And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.

Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.

Yoga pants. Hmf.

elodieunderglass

people in cold climates would have a tide line of white marks around their knees (if they were normal height) in the winter.

From wicking up road salt.

taibhsearachd

The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.