Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

@Austin_Dern @JulieSqveakaroo Yup! Though oddly... I'm not sure I ever saw a Lola table! The one in my hometown arcade was a Marilyn, I could've sworn...

@mawr You may laugh now, Mawr... but this is how the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation got its start. D;

@KinkyTurtle @anthracite i think there were a few ppl there who played at this level but we sucked on ice :D

@Leucrotta do it

binky demands it

tell them its postmodern

@JulieSqveakaroo saw my 1st bingo pinball machine in the wild

for me it was like that one scene in fantastic mr fox with the wolf

i almost held up my fist in salute -- it was so beautiful *_*

also, rare proto of taxi, bunch of weird wide tables from early 80s, a banzai run, a theater of magic in perfect condition, and so many antiques

pinball temple v awesome more detail when dragpn not on other arm

My mom bought me a ton of kitchen stuff. She told me there was one "bonus gift" coming along with it, and she hoped I'd really like it.

My mom has a precious gift for deadpan.

It turned out to be a DONALD TRUMP TOILET BRUSH. No parent has ever understood her kid better. I can not wait for my next colossal dump. I might just eat nothin' but red beans for the next few days. SUCK IT UP, STUBBYFINGERS. =^_______^=

@lugh "Good heavens, Miss Sakamoto!"

@lugh It's the SCP, man.

They're not doing science.

They're doing... SCIENCE!

It's the sound of nothing but wind.
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It's the sound of how far away I am from anybody else's personal drama.

It's the sound of a lazy cat in an endless sunny field, with no poachers, no prey, and three free steaks a day. And that cat is the size of a Volkswagen and nobody's giving her shit for it.

It's the sound of a creature who gets to be who she is, who doesn't have to win a three-hour Lincoln-Douglass debate in order to get her boundaries taken seriously.

It's the sound of the Martian Preserve for Wayward (And Hopelessly Jaded) Bitey Wildlife.

And it's perfect. *yawns so very majestically for any Interplanetary Geographic documentarists who happen to be watching*

Apparently there is a fake pamphlet going around called "How to Destroy A Man Now (DAMN)," which purports to be a "feminist" manual about using the #metoo movement to ruin powerful men with false accusations.

And a little research shows that people are falling for it. It read as instantly fake to me, full of poorly hidden MRA talking points that imply women envy mens' "emotional detachment" and "physical superiority."

And you know what? I found a post on an MRA subreddit basically laughing and cheering for it, because it "gets so many important points across." And now I'm inspired. I really want to write the nastiest, ugliest, tawdriest false flag pamphlet I can, something that makes these people look even worse than they are.

I need something so absurd nobody should possibly take it seriously, but so inflammatory that it'll short-circuit their forebrain and they'll circulate it anyway. Any suggestions? (Besides "no, Rezy, that's evil, don't do it." I'm waaay past that point with these fuckers, sorry.)

@Phorm I mean... in a very real and meaningful sense... it kinda just did. *shiver*

Cute parody of pareidolic conspiracy theorists. "This girl will twerk until she is no more." CW: satanism and shitty, shitty dance music. :O

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUBuQY4UPps

@zx3 no doubt no doubt no doubt no doubt

#RezyLovesHerYogurt

Serious Marvel continuity question: has Galactus ever, in his current lifetime as a Big Hungry Boy, technically or otherwise gotten laid?

#moodsnapshot: Don't be simple when you can be complex. Don't just count to 4, if you know how to count to 19. So much interesting stuff comes from order that looks like confusion to those who aren't paying close attention.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSW-YXUw1PY

#DonEllis #33 #222 #1 #222 #equals #19

Hmm. Reading more about the song... I can only pray that this little shotgun in Mid-City becomes something I can look back on someday as *my* Bron-Yr-Aur. (See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bron-Yr-Aur )

TIL the Led Zeppelin song "Bron-Y-Aur Stomp" was written about Robert Plant's dog Strider, and now I feel so wholesome I think I need to listen to Black Sabbath for an hour just to restore my soul to its proper patina of feline evil.

@Leucrotta Yet AGAIN, you forgot the beak snap at the end! :O