Just some thoughts

YouTube autogenerated mixes are so interesting because they have songs from like fifteen different genres ranging from black metal to country a cappella to Disney OST and nothing matches but it perfectly fits my taste and I love it

If I see something in double past tense, was it seeded or sawed?

This is a jpeg. Literally unplayable.

Hello Little Mac of the Punch-Out!! franchise. I would like to introduce to my friend Big Mac from the Munch-Out!! franchise.

If you think about it, every randomized check in Hollow Knight rando is just a cause+effect pair between user actions and game responses. If [you pick up a charm], the game will [add that charm to your inventory]. When [you hit this lever], the game will [open this gate]. When [you touch the jellyfish egg], the game will [summon an explosion]. If you see this action & response pattern anywhere, it can probably be added to a new rando connection. Like [you walk into a door] and the game [loads a new scene], or [you touch an ascended boss] and the game [removes 2 masks from your health]. There's way too much potential here, and nobody is asking the "can vs should" question.

Indeed and LinkedIn are just Tinder and Bumble for people with ties

Accidentally making thinly veiled innuendos in front of my very conservative Christian parents, nobody noticed though

I will tear this game down to its core and force every rando player to learn every location, every interaction, every last ounce of unique content to be extracted and rebuilt as a randomized construct

Why does something as random as hair color actually give me a better understanding of being trans, I was not expecting this. I had just gotten a haircut and all of the dyed bits were gone and I mentioned to my partner that I just didn't look like me anymore, and they replied that that's how they feel every day. And then when I got it re-dyed a few days later everything felt right again, until my grandma wrote "brunette grandson" on a Christmas card and was discovered viciously murdered the next morning

I think it's about time I fall ill. My bones call out with much fervor at every move, my muscles burn with the passion of a thousand suns, my joints' desire to bend rivals that of a steel beam, my sinuses have been teetering on the verge of a cold for at least six consecutive weeks. I just need a nappy nap grubnight.

Of all the Tool songs I know, the one with the most boring time signature is also the one with the craziest tuning that I'm aware of.