I usually spend my time in MahjongDS, played through Delta on my phone. However, despite it being a really good mahjong game, it’s in Japanese only.
Honestly, that one’s pretty good. Three in the back seat and one in the passenger seat and they all get to play locally-networked riichi on long road trips.
Sorry, driver, no room for a fifth.
(Source: once landed daisangen while riding bitch)
The Bar is a physical piece of furniture, a low fence or wall with a gate in it, separating the audience from the court proceedings. Becoming a lawyer is “being admitted to the Bar” so you can be on the other side of it and practice law.
Not even John Goodman could pass the Barr exam.
I think it’ll have to be the LX-III, been playing through Porgy again.
“She skewers you.”
“We’re getting skewered again? Doesn’t she, y’know, ever change this up?”
“‘Fraid not. Stabby implements of various sorts are the focus of this love story. Anyway. Skewered. You.”
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.
And here I thought my English was pretty good, and I thought you just made this up!
gekkering
I didn’t even question that this is the verb a fox would use to laugh with.
March of the Dreadnoughts, from Final Fantasy XIII!
https://youtu.be/VZw9O0julsA?si=5CAsmLXxJLI-AmgZ
I think it’s my favorite instrumental piece of music.
Portland’s done it too. If you want plastic bags, they’re big and reusable and fairly expensive. Paper is really the only option at most places now. That said, I really wanna see the reusable cheap plastic ones banned, cause no one really reuses them.
Submitting to the Journal of Useful Bullshit.
Some fancy academic website will charge us $40 to read our own work and we won’t get paid.
As someone who adores the thirteen trilogy so much that I play through all three games several times a year and model my wardrobe and aesthetic off of it, I can respect there would be people that absolutely hate the game, but it hurts a bit inside.
Yup, he’s doublethinking the suspension of disbelief again:
The cartoon was intended to be an exercise in silliness. While I have never met a cow who could make tools, I felt sure that if I did, they (the tools) would lack something in sophistication and resemble the sorry specimens shown in this cartoon.
I mean, I have never had the thought “dogs don’t visit psychiatrists,” but I also subconsciously internalize the rules of whatever world I’m suspending disbelief in. If dogs are talking and spending money in capitalism in this world, why the hell wouldn’t they also seek therapy?
And Gary seems like no matter what arbitrary world is created, he thinks about it in terms of this world we live in, seemingly an inability to suspend disbelief, and then somehow conjectures the world anyway.
This clash of concepts and reasoning amounted to Cow Tools, in the end.
This thing’s so good.
Personal favorites include Campanella 2, Magic Garden, and Attactics.
FAQ:
- Why do you feel like crap?
- Brain chemicals plus time, multiplied by the dysphoria co-efficient.
- You'd pass better if you just dressed like people.
- Look, if I'm not dressed like I'm gonna run up the side of a skyscraper, holding a technosword, during a rainy night, in order to kill a god, is life really worth living?
2a. Just wear a brand somewhere.
- Nope. Earth symbols and brands and such aren't diegetic to how I want to present myself. I specifically want to look like I don't belong.
2b. That makes you stand out.
- Fine. As long as I'm read as a girl who's not from here.
- Why'd you climb halfway up Mount Hood?
- Arch-nemesis at the top. Called him and asked me to meet halfway up for a thrilling sword fight cause I'm lazy and it's a compromise. (Seriously though, it was a hike with my wife and I was bitching bilingually going both up and down and it was very difficult to even make it that far.)
- Can you play banjo?
- Nope. I tried though, but the hand doing the strumming is the one that took the most damage from two strokes. Can't even keep a rhythm.
- Your shoes aren't matching sometimes.
- OH SHIT THANKS FOR POINTING THAT OUT
- Kids these days don't even know what Final Fantasy is, really.
- Don't care, it was super formative to my heart and I'm almost 40.
We saw The Beths opening for Alvvays last night and it was amazing.
Hokay, so.
I’m on HRT and have been for a decade and change. This is real cool, except how basically every interaction with cisgenderedists gets me misgendered, and a hearty “sir” or a flurry of “he/hims” levied my way. I mean, fuck, I can be standing there in knee-high boots, a leather skirt, and a cropped hoodie and I get misgendered as fuuuck.
“So change shit up, motherfucker.”
I do a phone job and my voice is believably feminine in both English and Japanese, which is cool, but something about my real life existence just reeks of masculinity.
Can’t really do makeup cause the structures responsible for processing my face are damaged. I can tell what emotion I’m making, but I can’t perceive enough of my face to draw well on it. Also since I’ve had two strokes, even if I could, I’d prolly do eyeliner wings like a fuckin’ gridiron player.
I got beautiful wavy blonde hair that goes down past my butt, and though I don’t have the manual dexterity to style that really well with buns and braids and such, I can at least try shit other than the basic nape-of-neck ponytail.
Also I’m flat as your average golf course: maybe two discernible bumps, and that’s fuckin’ it. Also I’m ace as fuck so if they were any bigger I’d get real self-conscious about it.
At least I got a fashion sense that makes Square Enix jealous.
I’m gonna figure shit out that works for me, either that or I’m gonna keep on tolerating the injustices of the bastards who never thought to play with the character creator.
Also I guess they want me to add a photo so here you are.
Apologies for my shitty English. It’s fuckin’ terrible.