The dog robots are supposed to be autonomous, threehalves is explicitly only for being piloted by a human. The giant horns make it difficult for this machine to enter through doorways, and that is the point. Coupled with the built-in weak points, it is very easy to disable this thing, so it can't be used by the police or the military effectively.

Cambridge professor of sociology Jason Arday is accused of plagiarism by another academic

the accuser is a "race realist" who believes that in a true meritocracy all university professors would be white. this is somehow not acknowledged much during the entire ordeal

this leads to several days of media coverage demanding an investigation, or that Arday is expelled from his post immediately

somehow this accusation that has no effect on the lives of 99.99% of the population becomes FRONT PAGE NEWS in all the newspapers for multiple days, above anything else happening in the UK or the world at large

following intense media scrutiny, Arday resigns his post as a Cambridge professor

today, august 14th, days after resigning, Arday is found dead at his home in Battersea

Do you hate traffic? Yeah. It’s because of all the cars.

Do you hate noise? Yeah. It’s because of all the cars.

Do you hate so many people under the age of 30 dying? Yeah. It’s because of all the cars.

Tired of having to drive around your elderly, young, and disabled relatives? Blame all the cars.

Tired of air and water pollution? Yeah a lot of that comes from cars.

Tired of potholes? It’s because there’s so many cars.

More severe flooding than there used to be? Because of all the asphalt for the cars.

Is your city losing money and can’t afford to maintain suburban sewer and sidewalks? Cars.

The natural conclusion to my berrymania is blueberry pie!🫐✨🥧

I also realized that I've accidentally made a short comic about the fate of these blueberries with my 3 paintings haha

Painting process! The full hours long video will be DMed on Patreon.com/Yuumei on August 5th!

Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.

And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.

I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.