Why Is Nobody Talking About The Little Man-box??

ok hot take but i think there is, actually, some linguistic utility to calling twitter 'X'. Twitter was a social media platform with certain functions and a particular culture. After elon took it over, its functions dramatically changed, and the culture on it likewise shifted. EG: paid blue checkmarks, moderation actively biased against the non-rightwing, 'cis is a slur', pay-to-win features, active promotion of misinformation, active promotion of toxic posters, worse branding, a stupid fucking AI tool, and a virulently right-wing culture are all new things that came along after elon took over.

I think in a meaningful sense Twitter is a website that is gone now, like google+ is gone. It has been replaced by X, which is a meaningfully different website. That we saw one website slowly transform into the other is beside the point, at this point the distinction between old-twitter and new-twitter is significant enough that i think using the new name actually makes sense.

When Kyana was sitting up on that spire, and Davian flew by in his Hummingbird, and they had a little conversation, I really enjoyed the moment the two characters had. It was one of the most interesting and satisfying one-on-ones in the first campaign.

I like to think that at some point after the Beastlands, Davian visited the Grand Arena, and ended up facing Kyana. Kyana didn't quite roflstomp him -- Davian drew a little blood, from the one hit he got in, and Kyana had it treated nonmagically, so she could bear the scar as a memento.

It's a talking coin.

Sounds interesting, right?

Well, it's a tiny, tiny copper piece, much smaller than a modern penny, and it only says one thing, over and over.

"I am groat."

--Hey, didja hear what happened to Brett?

--No, tell me!

--Well, last night, some assholes came out to his dock and ripped off his Johnson.

--What?! Is he gonna be okay?

--Yeah, he was in bed, he slept through the whole thing.

--How can someone sleep through getting their Johnson ripped off?

--Yeah, he's a pretty heavy sleeper, I guess.

--That's... so weird. But is he gonna be okay?

--Oh, he's not hurt at all. They never even came in the house.

--Wait, what?!

--They didn't actually make much noise. But now he needs to borrow your truck.

--To go to the hospital?

--Huh? No, to pick up his spare.

--His spare what?

--His spare Johnson. It's in his shop.

--Okay, why are you messing with me like this?

--What! He's got his spare Johnson up at his shop. He just needs your truck to bring it down here.

--He needs my truck. To pick up his spare Johnson. And attach it, right? After getting his original Johnson ripped off, and he didn't even wake up... or bleed out! Look, what the...

--Well, they didn't actually rip it off, I meant he got ripped off. They had tools, and they unbolted it from the back of the transom.

--...Transom??

--Yeah, you know, the board at the back of the skiff? Where the motor sits?

<long pause>

--You're talking about an outboard motor. A fucking Johnson brand outboard fucking motor.

--Uh, yeah? What did you think I was talking about?

Pro Tip:

Never confuse the Furby community with the Furry community.

Their plan is to make up Woke reasons to fire all of us incompetent straight White guys who've skated by on privilege all our lives, and then they're gonna round us all up and imprison us in FEMA camps, while black helicopters circle around overhead, scanning our DNA with their special radars, so the Grey aliens can make perfect clones of us with the machines hidden in the bunkers underneath Denver International Airport, except the clones will all be Trans and brainwashed to do whatever the Female-Liberal-Gay Alliance tells them to do. And that's how Freedom will die.

The Hawt Spring

This tiny little inn is built around a magical hot spring. The spring has one simple magical property: as long as one is physically bathing in the spring, or a pool conected to it and filled with its water, they seem more than naturally physically attractive. To everyone.

The caretakers no longer allow mirrors at the Hawt Spring, and have a firm limit on how long they allow people to stay. Because otherwise, one can poison one's body image, or lose the ability to find beauty in ordinary people.

If you get on their good side, the caretakers might tell you about all the newlywed couples who would honeymoon at the Hawt Spring before there were rules, and come away ready for divorce, after getting too used to how each other looked while bathing in the Hawt Spring. They would begin to see each other's real bodies as "ugly."

Nowadays, newlyweds are banned from the Hawt Spring, by official decree.

Also, the painter has exquisitely rendered her eyes as reddened and tear-stained. It was NOT a boring funeral for her and she does not. Have. The patience for this creep. And she's making eye contact with the viewer, exactly where someone sitting in the opposite seat would be, as if to ask for our help, or at least confirmation that we'll back up what she's about to do.

i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder

If I wrote a zombie apocalypse story, guns and ammo would be hard to come by, because all the gun nuts and survivalists and preppers looted them first thing, and hoarded them.

Most of the guns and ammo that remain are rusting away in the zombie-infested ruins of these people's compounds. Most of them made up their own little stories about where the zombies were coming from, and paid the price.

AAAAAAA

I used to take care of a couple goats, I am now feeling very weird that I didn't know goats have a dental pad.

Goat opinion: pygmy goat wethers are only obnoxious if you make it easy for them. Otherwise, they're practically obedient. And incredibly sweet!