brainstuff (-)
(Disclaimer: You, incidentally, are not boring. <3 My brain's ability to produce "interesting" is just badly out of alignment right now. It can only process the most basic, safe, and familiar raw materials... which are, apparently, Peggy, Parallax, and Nuclear Throne. :> )
It could be a lot worse, I guess. Peggy is amazing, it's a mind-blowing advancement that I actually find ANY of my own writing "safe" to reread at all, and... well, I loop on most of my NT runs now. >:D
Don't get me wrong, I'd probably still give these 3.0-3.5 stars out of 5. They're indisputably moreish. I think I'm going to try tossing them with some exorbitant spice blend and see if they taste like food. Maybe just a whirl around in the bag with some malt vinegar, fish sauce, and garlic powder.
Today I learned Trader Joe's "Crunchy Curls" are so named because they have absolutely no other aesthetic attributes after which they could have been named.
(It still took a surprisingly heroic force of will to stop eating them. Which makes me suspect I should be kept away from styrofoam packing peanuts, too.)
gender; self-awareness; staggering self-unawareness
It just dawned on me that my RL initials are, and have always been, NB as in "enby."
I have no idea at all what to do about it, but I still get nervous sometimes about the possibility of getting chucked in the Cis Het Male Bin by radicals. So I'm wondering if I can at least use this to get "NB" stamped on my Queer Passport.
Maybe it will fool a gatekeeper someday, just as I'm making my heroic escape. :p
Also lives Three and Four are out of historical order per https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fraidy_Cat_(TV_series) and that just makes me feel cheated -_-
While at age 42, this crappy Filmation cartoon about a superstitious cat who conjures up ghosts whenever he says a number, has a pleasant amount of WTF value.
At age 8, as a highly impressionable, fantasy-prone child with OCD, it would have been a frightening descent into a Philip K. Dickian world of math paranoia. ;___;
I still get flashes. It's a bit like synaesthesia I guess except instead of colors the numbers have ugly and awkward social pasts with me. >_>;;
quite lewd
Two words: squeaky cheese.
I wanna see her make a Luna poutine.
"Based on the Collected Works of Drew Barrymore..." http://samandmax.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Hit%20the%20Road%20design%20document.pdf
I know I've linked to this before, but I swear to god, fluffing up this low-poly lion's mane is the most god damned therapeutic thing on the Web next to zombo.com. <3
PROPOSED: Every aspiring video game designer must henceforth take at least one (1) course in each of the following subjects:
- Japanese aesthetics (preferably taught by a Zen monk)
- game theory (preferably taught by David Sirlin; if not, any other qualified sociopath will do)
- how to beat Rock, Paper, Scissors (preferably taught by William Poundstone)
I'm fucking tired of games that offer a host of play options and whistle-bells, but prove to only have one dull True Path through them.
Frustrated with Elite Dangerous (2)
@mawr One stick, SIX BUTTONS. https://awoo.space/media/xX-ZLiunJYucFUGhNpo
Now, someone find me a monk and a strawberry. Stand back and I'll show you some REAL Zen in action. The looks on the monks' faces are always priceless. 😺
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read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/