i cant do cutscenes/conversations with pierre anymore cos this is all that goes through my head (also we’re all in agreement about who abigail’s dad is right. right.)
So from the game itself, Abigail's hair color isn't naturally purple, her mother confirms she dies them and that it was in fact the same color as Pierre, a light chestnut.
So no Abigail isn't the wizard daughter.
However, Jas might be. The reasons are numerous:
When the wizard ex wife got mad after their separation, she went rampage but is never seen directly harming him, however she is haunting the farm, which is very close from where Jas lived.
Jas parents were killed, we don't know how, but there is a theory that they were killed by the wizard ex wife, because she in fact learn she was cheated and and wanted to take revenge on her ex husband love affaire.
Jas has purple hair and it is natural (since you rarely die your hair at that age)
Her loved gift are the ancient dolls, fairy rose and fairy box. Things that are, on the surface, objects liked by your typical girly girl, but the ancient doll is said to have been used in some sort of ritual (*cough* voodoo doll *cough*), the fairy rose help you attract fairies and the fairy box summon one. So her loved objects are at the same time girly and linked to magic.
Jas is very in tune with nature and everything related to it (it is obvious by her likes, quote and even the movies she likes to watch at the theater). Like the wizard. Unlike Abigail who is only into fighting and monsters (the wizard is more into maintaining the balance of all creature).
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this is probably my favorite tiktok of all time and I finally got around to showing it to my dad the other day and now he comes home every day and tells me about all the places he saw crumbling concrete and says "guess they didn't add enough chinchilla flakes"
My dad has worked in construction is whole life, primarily with a company that does concrete foundations, and I immediately sent him this back when I first found it on TikTok, and he IMMEDIATELY shared it with everyone he worked with. They apparently still quote it on his job sites to this day.
Pro tip, if you don't have a browser that allows you to turn off the AI and still want to use google, just add the world "fuck(ing)" in your search sentence. AI is prude and don't take that word in consideration.
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Guys, I just reached a 5 year streak on Duolingo and I think I want to stop. But I also feel like urge in me to keep going. I don't think the app is actually helping me at this point and many days I feel "ugh I have to do Duolingo before the day ends. Let me just do a quick practice."
I think I do pick up on some vocabulary, which is good. Not at any fast rate or anything. I don't think I am really learning the grammar. Most of the exercises that have new grammar, I base off of my pre-existing knowledge of Latin grammar which is similar. If I had to compose a sentence that's not a simple present tense one, I don't think I could, to be honest. And honestly the app keeps changing things so I couldn't even tell you where I am right now (I was in future tense I think even though I feel like not all the lessons were related and then the app said they updated their course and I'm in "describe a cultural event" and there are a bunch of words I've never seen before that it's expecting me to know).
Please please encourage me to stop this hell hole. I need to break this dumb cycle. I'm sure there are better uses for my time (for the days that I do spend more than a few mins). I also do not want the guilt anymore. Help
Well I would say, it is like stopping an addicting game: do you continue because it bring you something like joy or knowledge, or because you spend so much time into it, that you don't want to feel like you have wasted all this on something that doesn't bring you that much in the end?
If it is the later, it is just ego speaking. It is your pride. As in, "if I made it this far, and I stop and regret it, it will take another five year to pick up where I left. Or would that be such a shame to have done all of that for nothing?" It is like being in a bad relationship: Do you stay because you still think it is worth the trouble, or just because you don't want to feel like you spend your energy and time on something sterile and that you already spend that much time into it, why stop now.
But in reality is, no time was wasted. You worked on it for 5 year and you are seeing the limit of what it brings you, which is not that much anymore. You were not a fool for trying, and give it your all. You are fine.
And the solution is simpler than just kicking yourself in the butt to force you to move. Ask yourself if continuing is worth investing 5 more years into it or not. And if there is something you would feel more exited to invest into instead. Flip a coin. Face, you continue, tale you don't whatever the outcome is, if the answer is you continue, what you will feel about it will be your answer: If it relief that means you aren't ready yet to give up, if it is anxiety (or doubt, or lack of thrill) you feel to the idea to continue longer, the answer is pretty much that you want to stop and need to stop.
Sometimes people stay stale in a situation because the routine is there and there is a sense of safety to preserve that. Especially in time of uncertainty and duress. Picking up new hobbies seems more tiring than continuing something you already now even if it doesn't fulfil you completely. You at least now what to expect. But in reality, your a building dread, clip your chance to explore more of your self and time.
So deal with like a break up, even if it is an app we are talking about, the brain mechanism is the same.
It is not you, it is definitely the app. You give it your all, you give your time, and you reach the end of your journey with it. You are allowed to stop. 5 years is great, but a digital token that proof you spend that much time into it, isn't worth your actual time if it doesn't bring you joy.
You can let go. Your time is yours, not the app. You can give to something else. Like yourself :)
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Why do I feel bad/guilty for telling my students (in an elective 400 level math course) that yes they should know what general functions look like and be able to sketch the shape of them for the midterm?
Like it's something you learn in pre-calc and calc. And I know it can be a bit difficult, but it is something they need to know. And I guess I should just wash my hands of it and say "sorry, it's something that you should know" and leave it at that, but I almost feel like I have to look back at my exam and say "shit will this be too hard? Is this not fair of a question? Should I not expect them to be able to do these things?" because I get so many anxious questions about how to plot something.
I guess I end up feeling bad because I didn't *teach* those topics. But I also don't teach algebra and expect them to know those things. Sketching a graph or reading a graph ends up being one of the things that keeps coming up at a variety of levels of math that students seem to struggle more with though.
You are feeling guilty because you want your student to succeed. That is the soul of a teacher.
You aren't just there to make a lecture and be done with the program check list, that your students got it or not. You want them to know and you realized that they were failed in the pipeline before reaching to your class.
It is not your fault they weren't taught properly something that is require to do your class, and it is not their fault either.
You don't have time to on top of your class teach them when they should have been taught by another.
But don't change your exam because of this. I would suggest to orient them on the missing part of their basic, and maybe have a mock up exam they could train on so they could applied said basic. It is not your role to go through the missing algebra basic, but telling them in a reminder: "Hey you need to know that basic to be able to apply it, so please, study with each other so you are al caught up before the exam. And please do it because I want you all to succeed."
It could help salvage the damage.
okay. how do I put this. if you approach interactions with strangers as if the vast majority of them are unbearable losers who aren't worth your time, you will find yourself not liking most of the people you meet because you'll be looking for any excuse to write them off as unbearable losers. I know this is hard to hear but sometimes the problem is you.
also, if you approach interactions with strangers as if the vast majority of them are unbearable losers who aren't worth your time, most of them will notice and react accordingly by treating you like youre a pretentious prick instead of opening up
Well as the great great child of two Resistance families during WW2, this is what it looks like when your morality isn't blindsided by family tie.
Calling out your blood is actually a sign of love, that you care enough for them to hope they eventually see the wake up call from your rebellion against your loss of humanity.
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Powerful New Video Tackles Racial Bias To Remind Kids Their ‘Black Is Beautiful’
A new video released Monday titled “The Talk” compellingly tackles the impact of racial bias through the lens of black parents in America.
This video accurately displays what it is like to be black in America. It shows the conversations all black parents have with their kids to keep them safe and to encourage them to fight the racist society. And it’s heartbreaking that parents need to remind their kids that their “Black is beautiful”.Society needs to change and time has come to talk about this.
I remember the day I had to have the "talk" with my parents about the "talk" black and people of colors parents had with their kids, which wasn't the "talk" they had for me.
It is our role to educate and continue to push the needle so that everyone can tick at the same time and with the same sound.
Why is your unaltered reset website not up? I don’t have Twitch, so I couldn’t see your announcement.😅
Because I transfer the ownership of the domain from my personal email to the official comics email, and wix messed up and failed to reconnect the domain to the site properly.
It is fixed now. Thanks for letting me know about that issue.
It was a Tuesday in 1981 when the San Francisco police kicked in the door.
Inside the small apartment, they expected to find a hardened criminal. They expected a drug kingpin. They expected resistance.
Instead, they found a 57-year-old waitress in an apron.
The air in the apartment smelled sweet, thick with chocolate and something earthier. On the kitchen counter, cooling on wire racks, were 54 dozen brownies.
The police officers began bagging the evidence. They confiscated nearly 18 pounds of marijuana. They handcuffed the woman, whose name was Mary Jane Rathbun.
She didn't look scared. She didn't look guilty.
She looked at the officers, smoothed her apron, and reportedly said, "I thought you guys were coming."
She was booked into the county jail. The headlines wrote themselves. A grandmother running a pot bakery. It seemed like a joke to the legal system, a quirky local news story about an older woman behaving badly.
But Mary wasn't baking for fun. And she certainly wasn't baking for profit.
To understand why Mary risked her freedom, you have to understand the silence of the early 1980s.
San Francisco was gripping the edge of a cliff. A mysterious illness was sweeping through the city, specifically targeting young men. Later, the world would know it as AIDS. But in those early days, it was just a death sentence that no one wanted to talk about.
Families were disowning their sons. Landlords were evicting tenants. Even doctors and nurses, paralyzed by the fear of the unknown, would sometimes leave food trays outside hospital doors, afraid to breathe the same air as their patients.
Men in their twenties were wasting away in sterile rooms, dying alone.
Mary knew what it felt like to lose a child.
Years earlier, in 1974, her daughter Peggy had been killed in a car accident. Peggy was only 22. The loss had hollowed Mary out, leaving a space in her heart that nothing seemed to fill.
When the judge sentenced Mary for that first arrest, he ordered her to perform 500 hours of community service. He likely thought the manual labor would teach her a lesson.
He sent her to the Shanti Project and San Francisco General Hospital.
It was a mistake that would change American history.
Mary walked into the AIDS wards when others were walking out. She didn't wear a hazmat suit. She didn't hold her breath. She saw rows of young men who looked like ghosts—skeletal, in pain, and terrified.
She saw "her kids."
She began mopping floors and changing sheets. But soon, she noticed something the doctors were missing. The harsh medications the men were taking caused violent nausea. They couldn't eat. They were starving to death as much as they were dying of the virus.
Mary knew a secret about the brownies she had been arrested for.
She knew they settled the stomach. She knew they brought back the appetite. She knew they could help a dying man sleep for a few hours without pain.
So, she made a choice.
She went back to her kitchen. She fired up the oven. She started mixing batter, not to sell, but to save.
Every morning, Mary would bake. She lived on a fixed income, surviving on Social Security checks that barely covered her rent. Yet, she spent nearly every dime on flour, sugar, and butter.
The most expensive ingredient—the cannabis—was donated. Local growers heard what she was doing. They began dropping off pounds of product at her door, free of charge.
She packed the brownies into a basket and took the bus to the hospital.
She walked room to room. She sat by the bedsides of men who hadn't seen their own mothers in years. She held their hands. She told them jokes. And she gave them brownies.
"Here, baby," she would say. "Eat this. It'll help."
And it did.
Nurses watched in amazement as patients who hadn't eaten in days began to ask for food. The constant retching stopped. The mood on the ward shifted from despair to a quiet sort of comfort.
Mary Jane Rathbun became "Brownie Mary."
For over a decade, this was her life. She baked roughly 600 brownies a day. She went through 50 pounds of flour a week. She became the mother to a generation of lost boys.
She washed their pajamas. She attended their funerals. She held them while they took their last breaths.
She did this while the government declared a "War on Drugs."
By the early 1990s, the political climate was hostile. Politicians were competing to see who could be "tougher" on crime. Mandatory minimum sentences were locking people away for decades.
In 1992, at the age of 70, Mary was arrested again.
This time, the stakes were lethal. She was charged with felonies. The district attorney looked at her rap sheet and saw a repeat offender. He threatened to send her to prison.
One prosecutor famously whispered to a colleague that he was going to "kick this old lady's ass."
They underestimated who they were dealing with.
They thought they were prosecuting a drug dealer. In reality, they were attacking the most beloved woman in San Francisco.
When the news broke that Brownie Mary was facing prison, the city erupted.
It wasn't just the activists who were angry. It was the doctors. It was the nurses. It was the parents who had watched Mary care for their dying sons when the government did nothing.
Mary turned her trial into a pulpit.
She arrived at court not as a defendant, but as a grandmother standing her ground. The media swarmed her. Reporters asked if she was afraid of prison. They asked if she would stop baking if they let her go.
Mary looked into the cameras, her voice gravelly and firm.
"If the narcs think I'm gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS," she said, "they can go fuck themselves in Macy's window."
The quote ran in newspapers across the country.
The court didn't stand a chance.
Testimony poured in. Doctors from San Francisco General Hospital wrote letters explaining that Mary’s brownies were medically necessary. Patients testified that she was an angel of mercy.
The charges were dropped.
Mary walked out of the courthouse a free woman. But she didn't go home to rest. She realized that her personal victory wasn't enough. As long as the law was broken, her "kids" were still in danger.
She needed to change the law.
August 25 was declared "Brownie Mary Day" by the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. It was a nice gesture, but Mary wanted policy, not plaques.
She teamed up with fellow activist Dennis Peron. Together, they opened the San Francisco Cannabis Buyers Club—the first public dispensary in the United States. It was a safe haven where patients could get their medicine without fear of arrest.
But Mary wanted more. She wanted the state of California to acknowledge the truth.
She campaigned for Proposition 215. She traveled the state, despite her failing health. She spoke in her simple, direct way. She didn't talk about liberties or economics. She talked about compassion. She talked about pain.
She forced voters to look at the issue through the eyes of a grandmother.
In 1996, Proposition 215 passed. California became the first state to legalize medical marijuana.
It was a domino effect. Because one woman refused to let her "kids" suffer, the public perception of cannabis shifted. The Economist later noted that Mary was single-handedly responsible for changing the national conversation.
She never got rich.
She had always joked that if legalization ever happened, she would sell her recipe to Betty Crocker and buy a Victorian house for her patients to live in.
She never sold the recipe. She never bought the house.
Mary Jane Rathbun died in 1999, at the age of 77. She passed away in a nursing home, poor in money but rich in legacy.
Today, over 30 states have legalized medical marijuana. Millions of people use it to manage pain, seizures, and nausea.
Most of them have never heard of Mary.
They don't know that their legal prescription exists because a waitress in San Francisco decided that the law was wrong and her heart was right.
They don't know about the 600 brownies a day.
They don't know about the thousands of hospital visits.
Mary didn't set out to be a hero. She told the Chicago Tribune years before she died, "I didn't go into this thinking I would be a hero."
She was just a mother who had lost her daughter, trying to help boys who had lost their way.
She proved that authority doesn't always equal morality.
She proved that sometimes, the most patriotic thing a citizen can do is break a bad law.
Every August, a few people in San Francisco still celebrate Brownie Mary Day. But her true memorial isn't a date on a calendar.
It is found in every oncology ward where a patient finds relief. It is found in every dispensary door that opens without fear.
It is found in the simple, quiet courage of anyone who sees suffering and refuses to look away.
Mary taught us that you don't need a law degree to change the world. You don't need millions of dollars. You don't need political office.
Sometimes, all you need is a mixing bowl, an oven, and enough love to tell the world to get out of your way.
Sources: New York Times Obituary (1999), "Brownie Mary" Rathbun. San Francisco Chronicle Archives (1992, 1996). History.com, "The History of Medical Marijuana." Weird Everything, FB december 12, 2025
I'd be only too happy to do that. I was suspicious to start, too. It seemed a bit on the nose to have the weed brownie grandma named "Mary Jane," but also, that's a very common combination in a certain place and time, so I thought it was worth the extra effort.
What I did was find sources that made the claim (in this case, that a woman named Mary Jane was a medicinal marijuana activist in California, USA in the 1980s and 90s.) I checked the dates to get some certainty those sources aren't AI slop, then checked that the sources are generally reliable.
Then I followed useful details about the place and time, and other people involved, to explore it more fully.
The first thing I did was search for "Brownie Mary" and see if that turned anything up at all. It turned up a LOT of results. Predictably, some of them were recipes, but not all of them.
Next up, I checked sources and dates. Wikipedia can be dodgy for academic use, but their policy on LLM-generated input is very clear: they don't want slop. I started by reading that page and then went on to read others.
The Atlas Obscura article is from 2018. I found another one from SFWeekly from 2017.
Both of those are decent sources - Atlas Obscura gets a High factual reporting rate from MediaBiasFactCheck, and while MBFC doesn't have a rating for SFWeekly, the verbiage in that article is very close to what GastroObscura has. (Also to what the post itself has, right down to the choice of pull quote.)
Now, we can stop there and feel pretty confident that articles published before the wide availability of LLMs are not, in fact, LLM generated.
...or we can go deeper, and run this all the way back to source.
I spotted references to a Chicago Tribune imterview of Mary Jane Rathbun, published in 1993.
My search string of "Chicago Tribune 1993 Mary Jane Rathbun" hit it in the top 3 results. That article includes some fun new details: she wore a cannabis leaf shaped pendant to her trial!
She also objected to being portrayed as a cuddly grandma up against The Man, so I must retract my flippant tags, above.
The evidence now strongly points to Brownie Mary being a real woman who really went to court for giving AIDS patients weed brownies. But can we get closer? I've now seen several mentions of a 1980 attempt at convicting her too.
The articles have mentioned Sonoma County and a nonprofit called the Shanti Project, so let's hook onto that and see what we get.
Searching for "Mary Jane Rathbun Sonoma County 1980" gets me an article from a law firm; that mentions the prosecuting attorney by name, and points to a book: Lust for Justice: The Radical Life & Law of J. Tony Serra, by Paulette Frankl. It even has an excerpt!
We can run the book down too, just for fun (now we have a primary source.) My favorite used book site has a copy for $1. Amazon gives a view of the back cover, too:
...wow. I should see if my library has that!
The excerpt on the site has a mention of a candelight vigil held for her death in 1999. It took some hunting past things I'd already read and a bunch of shops giving written tributes, but I found a news report about that, too.
There's a lot of information out there, and it's worth digging into. Otherwise it's altogether too easy to think something real and worth knowing is just another bit of slop.
I mean a simple search of the name "Mary Jane Rathbun" is enough to confirm, this is legit.
Even without doing extensive research, if the lady has a Wikipedia page, even if you can't quote Wikipedia in a professional paper, you can have a basic sense that this is not a joke.
And it take 20 second in total to check that. Way faster than typing "this is Ai".
Also to people that will come and say Wikipedia isn't a safe source, just know that when you go at the bottom of a Wikipedia page, you have a list of official sources that has helped to build said page, and the more source you have, the more accurate you can be sure the page is. Bonus: you are free to expend your reading by going to said sources. It really isn't that hard.
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This is why I am using a 2013 version of word and excel.
First because it have a life license of those software. And I am never , EVER switching to monthly subscription.
Second because, I am already having difficulty to stay focus when I work, and I don't want any AI disrupting it to type what my brain can form and word just fine.
Got dam it, let me make my own mistakes, that is how you improve yourself!
Stop me if you hate the concept: short, fat, hairy lady gets isakai'd into a high fantasy, and instead of "oh look at all these ethereal elves woe for I am but a flawed mortal" routine she lands in Dwarf territory and is immediately revered as the most enchanting and desirable maid in all the land. This immediately becomes a zesty romantic drama. Thoughts