Okay, but that shit’s hard to do in cowboy boots
Sometimes I make video games
Okay, but that shit’s hard to do in cowboy boots
The West Edmonton Mall used to have more submarines than the Canadian navy. I think that was before the dolphins though.
I’m a big fan of Day of the Dead (1985)
On the surface, it’s a bunker zombie movie. But like truly good zombie movies, it’s not about the zombies. It’s more about humanity’s response to existential dread and how groups can fail to cooperate with each other.
The movie’s been remade a few times, but imo the original is the most thought provoking.
Well the good news is that “they” is no gender identity I’ve ever heard of. It’s the third-person pronoun to be used when gender either doesn’t matter or is unknown. For example, “I got an email from a new client, I wonder what they want?”
Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is that pronouns themselves aren’t genders. You should list whichever pronouns you’re comfortable being used for yourself, and the presence or absence of them from your profile says nothing about your personal beliefs.
Hey, I just want to say that I have a similarly tragic backstory, and I see you. It’s never easy, but it does get easier.
If you really don’t care about pronouns but want to signal that you realize they’re important to people, why not try he/they on for size? People will probably default to “he” which you’re accustomed to, but if someone uses “they” would you really notice?
I don’t remember where I heard it, but I do remember hearing that one of the signs you’re in a dream is that your phone doesn’t work properly. Which leads me into this dream I had recently:
I was asleep, when my phone wakes me up. I don’t remember it actually ringing, just thinking “someone is trying to call me,” so I answer it and do my best to pretend I wasn’t just sleeping. We don’t have an actual conversation, like no words are exchanged, but through the inscrutable logic of dreams I ascertain that the caller is an old acquaintance setting me up for a job interview. We hang up and I go back to sleep.
Next thing I know I’m at the mall wondering if this was where my interview was supposed to be. I try to think back on the conversation but I don’t remember anything other than being really sleepy. For a moment I suspect that I must have imagined the conversation, maybe it was all just a dream. I don’t remember who I’m supposed to meet, where I’m supposed to meet them, or what job I’m supposed to be interviewing for. Then I reason that I wouldn’t have come to the mall unless I was supposed to, so I decide to fake it til I make it.
Sure enough, I find my old acquaintance who introduces me to someone I’ve never met about the job. We start chatting for a bit, and then the job interview turns into a scavenger hunt and I’m sent off into the mall with my prospective employer’s shopping list. I wake up before I find out if I got the job.
I did this one campaign which was a hexcrawl where the party was shipwrecked on an island purported to hide the lost city of gold.
The site of the shipwreck was home base, but the party obviously wanted to explore. There were some NPC crewmate survivors, so they would assign them to work on projects while they were exploring. I would always tell them that “some guy” was working on their stuff.
Cut to a few months later when they have a sort of mutiny on their hands. It seems that one crew member in particular was fed up with how much work they had to do while the party went adventuring that they turned the crew against the party.
The mutinous ringleader’s name? Sum Gai
There’s this ad I keep seeing that I really despise. It’s for teeth-whitening toothpaste. The actress is wearing a white coat then holds up a tissue to her teeth, lamenting that her sparkling white teeth are ‘still yellow’
They cut away to teach you how toothpaste works, because surely you’ve never heard of this newfangled thing, and when they cut back she’s no longer wearing her white coat and says how much whiter her teeth are.
It’s transparently obvious that the wardrobe and tissue are just to give you something whiter to look at. But like… your teeth aren’t supposed to be freakishly white. It’s just something that Big Toothpaste wants you to feel bad about the way your body is. Also, using whitening toothpaste when you don’t need it can damage your enamel and cause you long term problems.
Fucking hell, this damn shit-ass is making us read this bitch-dick piss /s
Maybe it’s because I listen to some pretty dystopian stuff, but I’m surprised Hell isn’t more popular. Then again, I suppose the billboard hits are usually a bit more bubbly than all that.
I have the D&D 3.5 core rulebooks on my shelf in the nerd nook. I know that I’m never going to play 3.5 again, but it’s the system I first got into the hobby with. It would feel wrong to get rid of my personal history of nerdship.
This feels relevant:
I am not a biologist, but the way I was taught was that monkeys have tails and apes do not.
As far as the spelling, “monkeys” is correct.
You may be thinking that you want the plural of monkey, but because it ends in y the ending should become -ies. For example: berry -> berries
However, that rule is a little more complicated, and the ending of monkey is -ey. Because there is a vowel before the y the ending you don’t have to change the -y to -ie and instead simply add -s
English is stupid.
Yeah, gimme the works, hold the olives
Okay, but corpos aren’t training one model and being done with it. They’re training thousands of models, tweaking hyperparameters to find the correct fine tuning needed.
Also, putting the scale at 180,000 miles of driving makes it sound more insane to me. The earth is like 25,000 miles. If you could drive on the ocean, you could circumnavigate the globe seven times over!
I suppose if you’re going to die of the beetus it might as well be in your sleep
Say, I’m not really a horse guy, but my dad says my mustang needs more blinker fluid. Well the guy at the stable sold me some, but now where do I put it?
Gotta get me one of them oonamaguys
Surely you’ve thoroughly thought this through though?
Whenever I pick up my knife my brain says, “what if I just stick this into my belly?”
They say your brain imagines these scenarios so that you can try to avoid them, but the more you learn about trying to wrangle your brain the more I think the brain is just a dick sometimes.