Posting Mirepoix

Employees and developers working on Magic: The Gathering Arena say they were hired with promises of remote flexibility, so they bought homes and built lives around those assurances. But they say they are now being told they may need to relocate to Washington state — or effectively lose their jobs.

"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary:

And this in-memoriam piece.

Levi's said yes, actually. Assless chaps and a biker vest. Happy Pride.

and exomis:

Since we are here might as well share the dhoti and the lungi

https://www.wikihow.com/Wear-a-Lungi

https://www.wikihow.com/Wear-a-Pancha-Kachcham?amp=1

It’s only men in the photos but really anyone can wear them. I am wearing a lungi right now.

In most of the US and Canada there’s detached single family homes with a yard and there’s high rise to mid rise apartments. Very little in between.

Row houses, duplexes, large family sized apartments, etc. do exist but outside of a few locations they’re unusual or only seen as something that poor people live in.

Thing is though that there’s a market for these in between types of housing and they could really help with our density problems where cities are so spread out due to all the detached single family houses that it becomes expensive and environmentally problematic to get utilities to all of them.

I know that I would very much like a cute duplex or row house when I feel financially ready to have kids. Walking distance to a school and a bus stop, tiny yard for an herb garden and citrus tree but not so big that it’s a pain to maintain it, neighbors nearby, easy walking and biking access to the road, hopefully a playground nearby for my kids to use.

But that sort of thing doesn’t really exist where I live and doesn’t exist in a lot of North America. You either live in a small apartment or you live in a house and either way you’re probably forced to own a car.

Dick: Hi 😊

Barry: So that's a... kid

Bruce: He's my protege.

Clark, floating over: Hi 😊

Dick: Oh my god, it's Superman 😭😭😭 Batman, it's Superman

Clark, tears brimming in his eyes as he hugs Dick: A baby

Hal: Jeez, what the hell? did you knock up some one nightstand, Bats? The hell is that thing? Where's it's mom?

Dick: She fell-

Hal: I bet that's what she said.

Dick: -from a trapeze... She died

Hal:

Clark: *hugging Dick tighter, eyes glowing at Hal*

Diana, squishing Jason's face: This one has the squishiest face.

Jason, almost in tears: I love you Wonder Woman

Diana, whispering: I would die for you.

Clark: *scuffing his shoes because this Robin hasn't even looked over at him*

Tim: Hi I'm... Robin?

Oliver: You don't sound sure.

Tim, deepening his voice: I'm Robin.

Oliver, who knows his friend lost a kid and this kid is helping him through it: Yes you are. Do you want an Oreo, dear?

Stephanie, hands on hips: I am Robin.

Hal: But you're a girl?

Diana:

Dinah:

Shiera:

Kara:

Carol:

Tatsu:

Zatanna:

The Entire Nation of Themyscira: so you have chosen death.

Damian: I am Robin, son of the Bat.

Hal: That's cute but -

Damian: Silence, worm.

Barry: *chuckling*

Damian: You too.

Clark: Now, wait a minute, Robin-

Damian: *opening his pocket where there is an eerie green glow*

Clark:

Arthur, arriving with a jar: Sorry I'm late, I just-

Damian: is that... Is that a seahorse?

Arthur: um, yes, buddy. He's just feeling under the weather.

Damian: Is it environmental? Perhaps he has a virus? Can I help?

Arthur: Environmental, poor guy got some oil on him. He will he fine. I'm taking him home later. Do you want to hold the jar while I sit in on this meeting?

Damian: *grabby hands*

Arthur: He's a nice boy.

JLA:

Damian, whispering to the jar: I will avenge you, Bucephelus.

Bruce, holding Cass's hand: This is my daughter. Yes, she was an assassin and yes, she is rehabilitated. You will treat her with respect.

Cass: *tugging Bruce's hand*

Bruce: *leaning down*

Cass:

Bruce: She loves your hairslide, Dinah.

Dinah: Thanks.

Cass: 😊

Barbara, seated at the JLA meeting table: I'm covering for Batman. He's busy with Gotham business. He would like to-

Guy Gardener: Sorry but who the fuck gives you the right to-

Babs, not even looking up: You're talking a lot of shit for somebody who doesn't know where Iowa was.

Guy: How did you-?

Babs: I'm Oracle. Now, unless you have something worthy to contribute I would exercise that willpower and shut the fuck up.

Wally: Get his ass, Babs.

Babs: Wally, I know what you searched on your phone last night. You're in no position to laugh. Or judge. Frankly, I was disturbed.

Wally:

Babs: Now, as I was saying-

Barry: You're not a Robin?

Duke: No, I'm The Signal.

Clark: He's a meta. He glows.

Arthur:

Barry:

Dinah:

J'onn:

Zatanna:

Victor:

Billy:

Diana:

JLA: ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US