[My Slice of Internet Pie]

A Horse power being only 735 watt is honestly so weird like that's not even enough to run a modern game on decent seatings

I don't like that fact

No but for real. Your brain is one of the most advanced machines known to exist. It's a computer capable of running a sapient intelligence on - and I cannot stress this enough - 25 watts of broccoli and stew. What the fuck.

It's a cool fact it just makes me uncomfortable

so an average toaster runs at about 1200 watts, say it takes 5 min to toast bread thats 0.1Kwh. itd take 4 hours of brain power to toast it

Just connect multiple humans together matrix style

in the woods amongst my coven, 48 all in total, linking hands deep in concentration. our collective will united on our task of great importance for what feels like days but in reality scarce but a few minutes. in the centre of us lays a single slice of toast cooked to perfection

the issue with man in dress jokes in manga and stuff liketthat is that sometimes they draw them really cute. i think she should stay in the dress forever

a lighter is a kind of maid that helps with fire

I'm being serious btw like. There's a really particular transfem horror to this.

It's crazy how you have to convince non trans women the absolute fucking horror, literal gutwrenching horror, that a young girl going through male puberty is.

The link doesn't work anymore because itch.io is cowardly

new link https://nadianova.neocities.org/divinedespairdeviance

i like how noita makes using magic feel like using industrial equipment. a lot of the time when i get something powerful i feel more scared and reverent than I do strong

noita is a game where you walk into a room and smell ozone, and know you need to leave.

i don't know. maybe we are all fucked. maybe there really is nothing worth saving.

people in the notes trying to turn this around seem to be missing out on the context that it was posted in the middle of the night five minutes after I learned that a 19 year old trans girl in my city was stabbed to death yesterday. to hell with all of it. to hell with this country, to hell with this world, to hell with this society we've built that not only allows but encourages this. to hell with all of it.

i've talked a lot about the internal discord between a principle of and belief in rehabilitative justice and the desire to strike back at those who have done horrible things, and this is what i mean. because i do believe everyone deserves the right to a second chance. the right to change. the right to live. but what i believe isn't always what i feel. because god damn it all if i don't want to see the guy who did this hanging from the highest yardarm with his skin peeled back and his raw muscles burning in the midday sun as he screames out his final breath into a world as uncaring and uninterested in his continued life as he was in hers. i want to see him suffer. i want to see him die slowly, and i want to see the same of everyone who has enabled the world in which someone like him could feel so hateful and empowered as to kill a teenage girl for the fact of her birth and her bravery in existing. i want it to hurt, and i want him to know that he deserves it. i want him to feel the helplessness of living in an uncaring world.