No idea. I still wonder sometimes where the disconnect was, but I also just try to not let things like that get to me anymore. I’m having mixed success
At the time I was 22 and didn’t have a firm grasp on the idea I could tell someone being rude to go fuck themselves. It was just a bunch of old folks pining for the glory days of national pride and dysentery, but like, fuck. Snuff out a curious light like that.
I went to a panel presentation on the early colonies around the Revolution once. When they took questions, I asked if there was any special logistical problems Virginia ran into after due to how large the territory was and man, they treated me like a fuckin idiot. I still think about that. It’s not, like, important or anything I just don’t have a therapist for this sort of shit
They’re actually just human portions of a hot dog for titans. You ever see one of those mother fuckers? You don’t carry a three foot hotdog as thick as your leg, you wield it.
Note taped to the door: DO NOT use microwave cat is in time out
I incorporated in Funkytown so disputes would go to their chancery court. The judge is an anthropomorphic hundred dollar bill wearing sunglasses. It was a no-brainer
It’s actually just a German superette. Bit of a red herring
It was a thread on a joke I made, so I didn’t wanna seem like I was trying to make folks watch me jerk off by including it
This is what happens when you beat a round of solichair
She looks like she’s giving the ol’ razzle dazzle
Jesus Fucking Christ! Someone do something about that toddler!
Oh, so you’re in a real live desert. That’d be way too much work. I bet you have some beautiful natives growing out there. Sucks about the grasses, tho. I have enough trouble with bermuda grass, I can only imagine the problems from something that could be invasive in a desert
Daikon radishes. They grow in about anything and are especially good at clay busting. Grow a bunch then let them die back. Till them in and repeat until you get enough environment for the worms to take over the tilling. You can keep piling on radishes with something like clover and peas to add some nitrogen fixers. This is more a pasture revitalization technique, but if you don’t mind being the weird radish guy for two or three years (depending on local conditions), you could do it on a smaller scale for a lawn
Anytime I think of John Romero, I think of Daikatana and their ad campaign
Since we’re in a science-themed shitpost area, I’d just like to take this moment to be both pedantic and gross in reminding folks that llamas and alpacas don’t just spit, they vomit into their mouths before givin’ it that hawk tuah
If I had a kid that asked for Newports, I’d just give em to them. Kinda curious to see where that goes
I think you’re on the nose, here. I laughed at the headline, but the more I read the more I see how fucked they are. Airlines. Industrial plants. Fucking governments. This one is big in a way that will likely get used as a case study.