Poly-Panro-Ace It/They friendly neighborhood wholesome degenerate abomination from beyond the stars (mostly harmless™). Atomic energy enthusiast. Architecture enjoyer. Mecha appreciator. Sci-Fi reader. Winged caniform bipedal warforged magitech cyber-lich in its dreams.
Precisely. They figured out how to rake in billions of dollars through losing elections. All the money they raise, poof: gone! Gone to “strategists” and “consultants” and “advertising agencies” and all manner of other bullshit that are just legitimate-sounding names for fences who launder the money for them.
It’s like the plot of The Producers:
“you can make more money with a flop than a hit!”
“I can fix her”?
Mamdani LITERALLY converts Trump voters into non-trump-voters.
Of COURSE the democrat party hates him; he exposes their grift and gets their prey to pay attention!
Invite a lot of really bad dancers to buy all the left shoes for cheap
Knife-point, sword point, gunpoint, gallows, guillotine, poison, several other more gruesome methods, Christianity has done it all.
“… You guys seein’ this shit?” --Third pillar
“Yeah… I’m seeing it.” --Second pillar
“I wish I hadn’t seen it…” --First pillar
I’m almost entirely certain the median is zero, and it’s beyond doubt that the mode is definitely zero.
Every passing day, I become even less sure about the outside.
not sure if this is
getting a craving and not satiating it because ‘i’ll get to it later’ and also ‘oh no the place is closed because i wasted too much time’ and it’ll stick to me for weeks…
or
getting a shit ton of the same thing and eating it every day because it’s my favorite thing right now
but i have been through both.
… It’s like we forgot, as a whole society, how to build houses. What the fuck is wrong with us. Jesus fucking CHRIST.
I’m never giving up this house. My grandparents bought it in 1953. I can’t imagine any “production” house will ever be as good as this one and it’s not like this one is even particularly great. Basic competency is becoming rarer by the year.
Some dudes never take a fucking hint.
Great, let’s all fucking wear masks again -_-
ywwahi
This is why compartmentalization and dissociation have become skills ._.
But some friends of mine have described it as a higher stakes form of LARPing.
Who you are at work is your character. Your character can believe things that you never would.
Such as, being a half-elf dual-class ranger/sorcerer and knowing how to fight with two swords while hurling magic missiles.
Alternatively, being a “libertarian conservative” who believes guns deserve more rights than people >_<
Other friends of mine in the furry fandom frame it like their various collections of furry critters – just another 'sona.
Not a fursona, but a WORK-SONA.
I could really use some scale on this image. Are these the galactic filaments of the laniakea supercluster?
As it stands, Sol and the interstellar gas cloud it and a couple hundred other stars reside within are in the middle of a 100-parsec-wide void where stellar density drops to near zero which we have named “the local bubble” in the Orion Spur connecting two arms of the Milky Way right now.
It is far from the first time a structure we’re part of is in the middle of nothing.