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the humble hotdog evolved from the hotwolf, a culinary artifact we no longer dare confront

Alchemical symbol - Wikipedia

this one is more literally esoteric, and I use it all the time, but it is not at all a secret website en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alchemi...

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Animation is a medium, not a genre, and, like any medium, there are some concepts that can only be properly portrayed using it. House of Leaves is an unfilmable book, the wizard Ekh in the 1983 short "Wow, a talking fish!" Would never have the same impact without being animated.

In the Future All Food Will Be Cooked in a Microwave, and if You Can’t Deal With That Then You Need to Get Out of the Kitchen As a restaurant owner – I’m astounded at the rate of progress since microwaves were released a few short years ago. Today’s microwave can cook a frozen burrito. Tomorrow’s m…

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In the year of our lord 2025, amid a deluge of spam phone calls and dangerously bright headlights, fitted sheet makers have taken a bold stand against enshittification by sewing a little tag in there that tells you which side goes at the end of the bed

google sheets is the only good virtual tabletop

An Essay About Essay(ist)s

AI is two projects. The first is willfully degrading definitions to create a void of meaning (any algorithm is AI). The second is projecting propaganda into that void (AI can replace labor, is sentient).

This creates a space where you can claim "the Pac-Man ghosts are sentient" to sell products.

it's a real good game to come back to every five years or so

"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti.

“I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!”

“It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”

In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:

Sorry but personally if a miniature horse woke me up from anesthesia by banging out nonsense on a miniature keyboard it would send me into a liminal space between life and death from which I would never return

Ans it's a ".de" website! what the hell

I feel like we owe Kojima an apology because he’s like “This is my villain, Corrupto Moneyguy. He controls the media and eats children.” As it turns out, this is a nuanced and accurate view of global politics.

I agree, and also think this applies to sampling ice cream flavors

Raw dog a book. Get something from the library that you’ve never heard of and don’t know the outcome of. Do the Brian Eno thing where you roll dice or draw cards and go to that section of the library. Retrain your intellectual curiosity. Try something you might hate and see what you learn from it.

your cookin now

I want to be a brown rice guy but my tongue is unfortunately fully operational

unfortunately I’ve been pressured into monomachy

This image shows a screenshot of Bluesky. A post from nic tringali about their game Amberspire contains an image of a mysterious golden being wearing a golden waist chain with vials on it. Below this post is an unrelated post from tinybaby which reads "i have also released a gold waist chain designed to hold the lip gloss i also sell." The screenshot has been edited to add a speech bubble so it looks like the golden being is speaking the contents of the second post

I can only assume this is the time travel at work

The main use of AI in the present is to help borderline illiterate people in white collar jobs draft bewildering emails

you have been visited by the sleepy sea turtle

ah, so it's solipsism

Great strategy game, great vibes

weak-boweled, prisoner's dilemma snitch-type behavior

don't fw the new york times. no articles, no games, no movie lists. i promise your life will go on just fine

I'm sorry for your loss Jordo, thinking of your mom today 🙏

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spent my afternoon making a short little web game for New Yorkers called "Don't Rank Cuomo"... it has 10 levels. it's very realistic and challenging. can YOU don't rank Cuomo? play in browser (free): radiatoryang.itch.io/cuomo