Nonflamable Ink

I have a very impressive ability. I have the power to think about doing a task, and then not do it. the best part is I'm not even having fun, I feel bad the entire time

getting isekai’d into a litRPG video game world but it’s a mobile game so it’s full of ads and busywork and artificial bottlenecks you have to pay to get around. wait that’s just real life

THE TRUTH: art is inherently manipulative and artists are wicked evildoers who like to power trip off of controlling other people's emotions

Scars? Not body horror. Limb differences? Not body horror. Facial differences? Not body horror. Feeding tubes, colostomy bags, etc? Not body horror. Movement disorders? Not body horror. Visibly disabled people just existing is not horror.

that post about “you get bandits when you cut soldiers loose without pay” reminds me of the Thirty Years War, because one could say that beneath all the religious schisms and diplomatic jockeying, the heart of the thirty years war was “what happens when you have a state with just enough capacity to raise massive armies but without enough financial capacity to actually pay those armies” and the answer is that the line between professional armies and roving gangs of bandits disappears and every time you try to raise an army it just becomes another independently acting wildfire devouring the countryside. No matter how bad things get, every day I wake up and thank my lucky stars that I do not live in 17th century Europe. Or 17th century China. Or the 17th century Americas. Or basically anywhere in the 17th century.

Last July, 3 deputies from the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department confiscated an antique grenade and blew themselves up with. They took a grenade and blew themselves up with it. Just wanted to remind everyone about that incident.

Anyone have the officer down confetti image?

When I posted about the news story originally, someone responded with a version of the meme that said “officer kinda everywhere” instead.

ultimately I think the place where I will never see eye to eye with the "you can do whatever you want forever" people is in the precision of language. I do think it is genuinely important for words to have widely agreed upon definitions that are only flexible to the same degree that the rest of a given language is. a word whose definition is whatever suits the speakers preference and makes them the most comfortable doesn't have any real reason to exist and serves no linguistic function. i support anyone's desire to do whatever they want so long as it's not hurting anyone, but there are always going to be words that accurately describe what they're doing and ones that don't.

it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed

I don’t think jokes about WW3 are funny. I don’t think jokes about Epstein are funny. I don’t think memes centering on Black people’s reactions are funny. I don’t think AI “clanker” jokes are funny. I don’t think exorsexist jokes are funny. I don’t think “bomb that kills all trans men” jokes are funny. I don’t think girl math or girl dinner jokes are funny. I don’t think “Trump would make such a good drag queen if he wasn’t a fascist” jokes are funny. I actually think this generation’s constant need to turn everything into a meme has ground all meaningful activism to a halt and I’m willing to shit on everyone’s parade until we start actually taking shit seriously.