touching grass isn’t enough some of y'all need to drive out to the countryside and look at the stars
this post was aimed at the discourse-addled and terminally online, but i’m glad it’s reaching an audience of people who are just excited about stargazing in general
besides being violently unsafe for psychotic users it’s also so very clearly a distraction tactic. they signal hey wow look at us aren’t we just funny and silly and quirky while not even bothering to fix the screenreader issues or the blatant transphobia. hiding away trans people and their bodies and then waving a funny guy in a silly costume in front of our faces. do not trust the pirate clown
We have a potential rail strike in the Northeast at Septa, the MTA and NJTransit over low pay and covid working conditions compared other rail services like Amtrak
Now, I need to-a talk about something serious. People are-a living their lives in a sad, sad way. They don’t think that they’re-a number one! They think they’re-a number-a one billion! Oh no!
So if you’re-a reading this, I want you to know that Luigi loves you very much. You’re-a gonna do some-a great things, you know! You? You number one! Live life to-a the fullest! You’re-a great, friend!
It breaks my heart to see how underrated pigeons are. The fact that we had literally domesticated them, making them absolutely dependent on us and now that we’ve abandoned them, we treat them poorly when they try to coexist with us. It’s our responsibility for how they have adapted, how they can’t build nests and how they try to find food wherever we are. Please be nice to pigeons
I’m a pilot, and thus like 85% of my friends are ALSO pilots and one of them is just this delightful older guy that named Bruce. Bruce is a man of simple pleasures, he likes mediocre bbq and to take his vintage J3 Piper Cub out like, every other week just to have the old girl not look so sad in the hangar. We also live about 30NM south of an air base and, according to him, there was a squad of fighter planes out and they wanted some guys to go up in their planes for intercept practice (with pay, obviously) so the guys could get real time practice looking for unfamiliar aircraft.
Bruce, a man who doesn’t need it but wants to say he flew with some fighter jets, takes them up on their offer and takes the old girl up for them. Now, if you’re unfamiliar with a J3, this thing is slow as shit. Like, horrendously slow. And there was a decent headwind that day blowing in off the coast and Bruce gets the brilliant idea that he’s going to do something they can’t. So Bruce turns that old cub into the wind and just flies slow enough that he’s genuinely flying BACKWARDS and the next thing he knows are these three jets screaming past him, wings wobbling something fierce as they’re all about to stall, and the pilots yelling over the radio like “How are you DOING THAT”
He likes to say he owned the air force something awful that day.
Had a dream Tumblr added a feature where you could chat with an ai like Snapchat did, except the chat bot’s persona was this 9 foot tall grotesque carrot-looking creature and it spent most conversations flirting with the person chatting in the creepiest way possible. Once you talked with this ai, who was called ‘The Lonley Man’ you would be able to chat with various other ai chatbots who were supposed to be his friends. These friends personas were all shaped vaguely like 'The Lonley Man’ with some changes in height and proportions, but they were all different colors. The black one was constantly pessimistic and also wrote lots of strange, nonsensical poetry, the green one didn’t answer any questions or respond to any prompts, it just occasionally dished out very threatening warnings about misbehaving. I woke up before I was able to chat with the other ones.
Artists rendition of the chatbot select screen from my dream:
“I’m going to play Dark Urge, I’m going to play a Drow, I’m going to play a Half Elf Cleric of Selune-” No. I grow tired of filling Faerun with hotties and encouraging my party’s fatherless behavior.
To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party’s sad, horny business.
And before you can even ask “oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something” of fucking course she isyou fool
Things NOBODY told me about being an adult that I wish they had:
When you get to the top of the river you’re going to want to find a shallow stretch of riverbed with relatively calm water and sediment pieces that are gravel sized, not cobble, sand or mud. This is critical; test it with your nose if you’re not sure! when you have this, you’re going to want to flip on your side and slap the gravel as hard as you can with your tail to dislodge it; you’re gonna want to alternate between digging the spot out and doing some more slapping until you’ve got a nice little cone shaped depression for the eggs.
Gandhi has been historically the most aggressive character in Civilization due to an original bug in the first game that caused him to go all-out once he reaches democracy. They just kept the thing going ever since.
To further explain this bug, because I was chatting with mothmonarch about Civilization and other strategy games last night and I never got around to explaining this fully, but I love this story:
Gandhi’s AI in the original game had its aggression set to the absolute minimum (0 on a scale of 0 to 10, I believe, I may have this wrong but the basic idea I’m about to explain is accurate, as far as I can tell). Adopting democracy lowers an AI civ’s aggression by 2 points, so when someone who is fully peaceful loses two points of aggression, they should still be nice and polite, right?
Except this is an old DOS game, and so computer math is in place. What actually happened was that Gandhi’s aggression level ticked backwards two steps, from 0 to 255. On a scale of 0 to 10, Gandhi is now 255 points of pure nuclear rage.
And that’s the story as I recall it, but again I may have gotten some details wrong, so feel free to correct me! After that, as the original poster said, the devs loved the bug so much that they just kept it in as a running joke!
“On a scale of 0 to 10, Gandhi is now 255 points of pure nuclear rage.”
*takes a perverse pleasure out of being bad representation*
*laughs evilly* my sexuality isn’t easily defined, my relationship with femininity is complex, and my autism symptoms aren’t cute or marketable *lightning strike in the background*
yeah, but that’s the problem, isn’t it. people don’t want a complex, three-dimensional person. they want a version of me who’s easily understood, and easy to like. I’ve even had other queer and neurodivergent people tell me that my existence is dragging them down, that I’m giving them a bad name. it’s easy to be bitter about.
I’m tired of advertising. All of it. I don’t want any ads even for things I like. Even if I would 100% buy it. It’s INSANE that we just accept that people can throw a business flier in our face at any time of day in any setting. Aren’t you mad? Don’t you just want to go apeshit?
what the anti-ageing 30 step skincare preemptive botox girlies haven’t worked out yet is that youthfulness is an inner glow that comes from playing and laughing and losing yourself to the present moment
you can be in a perfectly preserved skin sack but if you don’t smile or play in the sunshine then you’re ageing yourself faster than any of us with our laugh lines and full lives
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