You’re not wrong about Alliance zones feeling more fleshed out… but over the last two decades of playing vanilla WoW on and off, every single time that I’ve rolled an Alliance character and tried my best to commit, I would eventually see a primitive ass Horde outpost with hanging feathers and dreamcatchers, with some bulky spiked Orc and a noble Tauren standing there… and I would feel such an immense feeling of homesickness unlike anything I’ve ever felt in another game, and I would immediately delete that character and start over in Durotar.

Something about fighting for the honor of the Horde and the glory of the Warchief out there in an inhospitable land, with the inspirational swell of horns and indigenous drums just puts me in it. Like, really puts me in it.

(a spherical teaspoon of white glurp floats past)

“Wot? Wadn’t me.”

John, you’re the only man on board…

“Don’t know wot to tell ya, mate. Said it wadn’t me…”

Space deniers are the bottom of the fucking barrel as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know what it is about them, or how they got so fucking stupid, but there appears to be no limit to their ignorance.

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I grew up foraging mushrooms in Michigan, but ever since moving to Alberta I’ve never felt comfortable hunting mushrooms here. I need to go with someone confident who has done it their entire lives. But I did learn recently that a different species of morel actually grows out here. I’m going to try hunting those this year.

Great until the cops are looking for that one Juggalo in Jamestown but you have to represent…

He said ants, not aunts.

What’cha got there, m8?

… I don’t… understand…

I never fully grasped the true scale of a single galaxy (and then expanded that understanding to the observable universe) until I hopped in my ship in Elite Dangerous and actually set off to cross one. Holy fucking shit, does it really help put it into perspective when you’re traveling between vast galactic arms, hopping individual stars 50-70 Ly at a time and trying your damndest not to stretch yourself too thin in fear of running out of scoopable fuel/stars.

If I were an Astronomy teacher, Elite would be my most profound and precious tool.

Costco every fucking day…

I’ve been going hard on Stardew Valley. Just had another kid and no good opportunities to play on PC now, so I bought a Backbone controller off of Amazon and turned my phone into a Switch.

See also: Night of the Full Moon, Card Crawl, Tiny Rails, Inotia 3 & 4 (3 isn’t available anymore, but you can get an apk), Talisman: Digital Edition, Dungeon Boss: Respawned (requires Netflix sub now, but no more P2W), Survival Day R.

Sheyyga Dreamcayyshhht…

Holy fuck, I just looked up the record. Not what I was expecting at all. It looks like one of those 700 lb. people who can’t roll off of their futon. Even the underside is shockingly similar.

Don’t mind if I do!

“Holy FUCK, boys! He looks t’ be about a ten footer!”

I couldn’t get my brother over the new user hump, and he’s way more technically inclined that I am in many ways. I build PCs (he doesn’t), but he runs things like Tor and Linux, dual boots, etc. He’s also more politically left than I am, at least through overall experience (he actively canvased for Bernie and such). He’s the reason I even got into politics and learned that I’m a leftist. He hates the same things I do about reddit, so I thought for sure that he would click with Lemmy.

But it sounds like he inadvertently joined one of the bad instances and wound up being defederated pretty early on during the post-migration fiasco. I don’t think he fully understood what was going on, and wound up leaving due to the negative experience and perceived censorship. Kind of a bummer. I tried to get him to join a new instance but he didn’t want to go through the trouble of setting everything up, I guess.

He was very much in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Years ago I was on 2C-B and lounging about in my brother’s room, staring at a big glowing plastic moon I had bought for him as a joke, when somehow the word and concept of it sent me spiraling down a rabbit hole of cosmic realization. At first the moon (or perhaps my thoughts surrounding the moon) began to rotate like a planetary body, becoming a parent star in a galactic arm, and eventually the central mass of a galaxy itself, ever turning with long tendril arms orbiting around its perimeter.

As the question of it grew, it became the universe itself, on a profoundly metaphysical level, and I came to the realization that every single living organism, both here and elsewhere in the cosmos, are not so much a part or some greater plan or design, but are instead just individual cells and appendages of recently awakened universe. One that has blinked its eyes from a deep sleep and has slowly become self-aware. And just as a child born blind will at some point use their hands and discover they have a body for the first time, we are tiny (but not insignificant) appendages of that universe discovering and exploring itself, trying to make sense or what it even is.

I found immense comfort in the idea that there is no greater meaning to everything than that. We’re just a part of something bigger that is at this very moment trying to make sense of itself, and I don’t need more than that.

You have to really lean in on the words to properly express your italicized voice. You almost have to sound like an asshole. Like a somewhat sarcastic asshole…

Must have been needed for progression. RNG is a monster sometimes.