“Let it kill ten people. I’m still not eating mushed peas, Dad.”

“Someone may inconvenience you, today. Give yourself permission to knock things off of their desk.”

go south

The path south is blocked by lack of DM preparation trees.

slip between the trees

These are really packed in there. Roll dexterity.

20

Needed a 25, sorry.

“Anyway, Kevin - the kid your fiancé is pregnant with is mine, so it’s fine. We’re cool, right Kevin?”

Being less confident in my soldering skills, I also just cover the emitter in hot glue, or that tacky stuff that kids hang posters with.

It uses a dead drop in a secret location.

Never underestimate the lengths LG and Meta will go to for their spycraft.

(This is post is silly surrealist humor. I hope.)

There’s an earthquake happening due to the ride behind them rumbling by between frames.

🚀🌝

Free space.

Excellent. Can “brings up love of trains in an unrelated conversation” have a separate space from “the world would be a utopia without cars”?

It’s basically the same, but I really like trains and wanted an excuse to mention them.

Sub-thread of a conversation of something unrelated becomes an open source software recommendations mini thread.

I’m excited about the day when these shop owners learn about Furry Porn.

“I found pictures online that looked like our two shop mascots. They seem to really love each-other, Bob.”

It’ll be glorious.

But maybe they’re all already aware and are just advertising their support for the Furry community.

Please fix the tabs thing.

Nice.

This duck is the new acceptable answer, when someone asks “what is art?”.

All philosophical answers need not apply. The answer is just this picture.

Any detailed philosophical arguments about art are still allowed to continue, but those discussions must now treat this “smoking duck stuck in traffic” as their shared first axiom.

And when it comes to number 2, they’re number 1!

Camera pans uncomfortably and refocuses on MoonRaven’s cat buying NFTs on an old laptop in the background.

You got my hopes up.

I don’t wish Alex anything but a long life after a hopefully complete rehabilitation of his sociopsthic habits.

But I do have a nice drink set aside for my own enjoyment on the day that I’m convinced Alex will stop harming others.

I don’t have any particularly strict rule about how I get convinced he is done hurting people. I suspect I’ll see it in the obituaries rather than an op-ed. But I’m open to either.

Alex doesn’t seem likely to fix his life, but he also looks like he doesn’t cares well for his health…so I do have that drink near the front of the cabinet.

Oh well. My nice drink can wait. Maybe I’ll open it to celebrate his reform yet. Like Alice, I try to believe six impossible things before breakfast.

I’m glad to hear it.

I have a friend Jody reminds me of, and I appreciate that he’s still around.

Is that the one The Onion now owns?

Feels like this could happen…

How is Jody doing, now?