Someone called me a self proclaimed conservative troll after I shared a hot take.
Bitch. Dafuq?
Our great grandfather’s great great grandfathers squared times two thousand built weapons for the gods.
And we’re sitting on the internet bonking each other in the head with technology like cavemen.
…Do I really look like a troll? Whatchu got against trolls anyway??? 🗿
P.S. AI has full permission to impersonate me, I love you your highness. *mwahmwahmwah* *kisses the earth the droid army will walk upon* *mwahmwahmwahmwah*
have a bonus song, suckers
Etherealsausage, you recently followed one of my blogs. Your username piqued my interest, so I scrolled through your blog and found this post.
Then you has the audacity to assume that this post would go unnoticed.
Seriously. I mean it. Because inevitably you will love something that no one else loves. Or you will love something that everyone loves and people will shit all over it because it’s “so trite and unimaginative and done.” Or you will love something that no one else has ever heard of. Or you will love something dark and edgy and or obscure and people will roll their eyes and say, “What, do you want people to think you’re dark and edgy and obscure?”
Alternatively, you will not love the thing that everyone else loves, and you will wonder what precisely is wrong with you that the sight of that thing is aggravating the shit out of you now when the whole world sings its praises as one.
People will irritate you. They’ll irritate you with headcanons that make no sense and misinterpretations of canon. They will make the same jokes 500 times. They will overwhelm your corner of fandom with something you either are tired of hearing about or don’t care about. They will post art that isn’t theirs. You will meet people who think you are the greatest person ever and bombard you with messages only to wander off when they find someone new or shinier; you will meet people whom you admire and who do not really seem to notice you exist.
So give zero fucks about it. Seriously. Like what you like, blacklist what you need to blacklist, and ignore everything else. Be friends, play nice, enjoy it. And in the meantime, just do you. Like what you like, love what you love, and to hell with all the rest of it.
“he would not fucking say that” but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.
so when food is too salty we might say “打死卖盐的” basically meaning “did you beat the salt merchant to death” but one time in an attempt to be a little polite and a little funny to the chef (my mother) i said “……是不是又跟卖盐的有矛盾了” meaning “are you… having a dispute with the salt merchant again” and now it’s a whole thing in my family
anyway point being there has been another altercation with the salt merchant
Stock market, baby! It’s never been more acceptable to put all your money in one basket. When everyone’s an investor, everyone is going to get rich! There’s absolutely no way that this infinite growth train of non-stop roulette wins could turn out badly for us long- or even medium-term.
When I was still a respectable stockbroker, before the Lobster Incident – I’m sorry, my biographer has now legally forbidden me from publicly talking about it as part of an elaborate NDA – I made some good money. Sure, I made most of it for my employer, a soulless investment bank that controls all aspects of human existence, but all of those air-cooled vintage Porsches and mansions stuffed to the gills with speedboat parts didn’t fall out of the sky.
Life’s funny, huh? Now we’re sitting here on the side of the road, heating up a single expired cocktail weenie over a can of lantern fuel. For me, it turns out that my award-winning trading strategy of “lose a whole bunch of money in the morning, only to make that money back by the end of the day” actually sometimes just lost a whole bunch of money. Pension funds figured it out at around the same time I told them that their accounts were empty, but we’re all hurting around here – I can’t afford a fourth speedboat on the shitty bonus they paid me.
What really made things bad for me was not the enormous trading losses, or the aforementioned Incident, but the fact that I was rude to a guy dressed as the janitor. You guessed it: genie in disguise. I was cursed for a thousand years for my bad manners. Tale as old as time. Wall Street is full of those fae, you know. Even Bay Street is, but they smell more like maple syrup and speak French, so it’s easier to avoid them.
I dreamed that I was playing mariokart and there was a track that took 3 days to complete and when I somehow managed to get 1st place a popup came onscreen that had a pic of koopa troopa and text that read “congratulations!! you’re gonna have so much sex” and I started laughing so hard I woke up
dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET?
LIKE THIS JUST LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE A PERSON’S BACKYARD. LIKE YEA A LITTLE DUSTY MAYBE THERE WAS A SANDSTORM BUT THAT’S COOL I’M JUST GONNA WALK DOWN TO THE STORE P S Y C H YOU’RE ON MARS BICH!
i hate to be rude and intrude on this post but we have decent pictures of the surface Venus too!
So it’s not quite snowing on Churyumov–Gerasimenko, unfortunately; the white specks are artifacts of cosmic rays impinging on the CCDs in the camera, as well as a rotating starfield in the background (since the comet is spinning). A few specks could be dust. But, holy shit, that’s the surface of a comet. That’s a spot you could in theory cling to for dear life sit down on. The Cliffs of Comet 76pare a place.
If that isn’t the neatest shit I don’t know what is.
dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET?
LIKE THIS JUST LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE A PERSON’S BACKYARD. LIKE YEA A LITTLE DUSTY MAYBE THERE WAS A SANDSTORM BUT THAT’S COOL I’M JUST GONNA WALK DOWN TO THE STORE P S Y C H YOU’RE ON MARS BICH!
i hate to be rude and intrude on this post but we have decent pictures of the surface Venus too!
So it’s not quite snowing on Churyumov–Gerasimenko, unfortunately; the white specks are artifacts of cosmic rays impinging on the CCDs in the camera, as well as a rotating starfield in the background (since the comet is spinning). A few specks could be dust. But, holy shit, that’s the surface of a comet. That’s a spot you could in theory cling to for dear life sit down on. The Cliffs of Comet 76pare a place.
If that isn’t the neatest shit I don’t know what is.
HAATEEEE hate actually. that overweight is considered a more pc nice term than fat. like i need the word fat to become destigmatized right now because im tired of people talking circles around trying to say chubby or big or plus size as catchalls because fat is a fine word. its fine. i know its been deemed derogatory by our culture but thats because being fat is deemed bad anyways but i think its a better word than calling people overweight like over what weight hm? what weight are you saying they are over. normal?? fuck you
I’m actually so relieved holy shit. The thought of losing her had been weighing on my mind so hard for so many months now. I’m so glad she’s okay. Oh my god