Gary Kacmarcik

Clues by Sam A daily logic puzzle where you deduce who is a criminal!

This is the first time I took less time than you to solve it, so I'm going to assume that you were distracted.

Dec 11th 2025
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Being in Seattle, it's kinda hard not to.

And as much as I like Airbus, I was glad that hub-and-spoke lost out. I don't want to change planes to get to my destination – I want direct flights as much as possible.

From: Tchou-Tchou (1972), dir. Co Hoedeman, National Film Board of Canada

Episode 220 - Adam Blinkinsop on Echo from the Dark - Beyond Solitaire For the Season 11 finale, designer and developer Adam Blinkinsop (@blinks.itch.io) talks about development for GMT, his approach to game design, and his current project: Echo from the Dark. P500: http...

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A set of 9 square geomorphic tiles with topographic lines.

I've done a bunch of tilesets with geomorphic topo lines but always with the constraint that the lines always connect correctly.

Personally, I would be irritated if the topo lines were mismatched, although I might not notice immediately if the elevations were not color coded (as I show here).

maybe i am going insane

every trans person i see post about the OU suspension knows that the suspended target is trans & a grad student, & has an innate awareness that this is about purging trans employees. every cis person i see thinks the target is a rando professor & that this is about giving conservatives good grades

A large semi truck in front of a building with a "Lavatruck Champagne" sign.

The best part about driving through the Champagne region of France is seeing companies that have Champagne in their name because of their location...

...and then imagining what a bottle of their wine would look like.

I think this one would have an exploding volcano with a flaming (lava) truck.

Recipe booklet cover for Nems de Tourteau, showing a picture of crab spring rolls.

Circular inset on recipe cover stating: "Pensez aussi: à l'araignée" = Also consider: spider

Picked up some recipes while in France. These ones are for "Nems de Tourteau" = Crab Spring Rolls.

The circle inset says: "Also consider: Spider" so I'm thinking maybe Spider Spring Rolls for Thanksgiving.

Wow. The story (from 2011) where he has a customer send a defective board to another (unsuspecting) customer indicates a kind of unsavory person who is always looking for ways to take advantage of other people.

Did you fly from Sapporo to Tokyo instead of taking the Shinkansen?

Bumping this as a reminder NYT leans hard on revenue from their puzzles, games, Wirecutter etc to fund their billionaire apologist headlines, contrarian Op-Ed take havers, and iffy/yikes livetweeting style of journo

If you want, I can grab a copy of it for you from the IGNM at PaxU next week.

Umm... yes they are.

Oh no! I got my hotel late (a few months ago) and prices were already quite bad.

I hope you get lucky with a cancellation you can pick up.

every few years it's revealed that the NYT was sitting on information about some horrific thing that public knowledge of would have changed the country's course and for some reason a ton of people still give them money. you can play those games on other sites

Fascism can't win without outlets like the NYT and WaPo continuously doing this.

Please stop sending money to these outlets. The bland, white-friendly recipes and word puzzles aren't worth it.

Fund @theflytrapmedia.com, or @unraveledpress.com, or any number of local independent journalists.

Thefe new ftems are called fuckers. It is commonly obferved of this fpecies of roots, that the viviparous power increafes, according to the diftance this plant is from the feed. So that the root produced from the feed it is imagined, has this power of fending forth fuckers in a lefs degree than a fucker has, and the fucker from a fecond fucker is fuffofed to have this power in a greater degree than the firft.

"On The Roots of Plants", William Irvine.

New (old) tongue-twister just dropped: fending forth fuckers, the fucker from a fecond fucker is fuffofed to have

A collection of 18th and 19th century keys.

I got these keys at a flea market and now (IIUC) I need to try them out in various doors to see what I've won.

I'm not sure how useful the comparison will be though. The pork mousse is 25% pork, while the duck mousse is 45% duck.

I may have to have more mishaps.

Sample pages showing maid and cutaway views of the various towers.

Sample pages showing Mai's of the changes made by Robert de Torigni in the 12th century.

Sample pages showing changes to the abbey in the 11th century.

More sample pages with cutaway views.

Not just a collection of pretty pictures, it chronicles the history and the changes over the centuries.

Book cover for "Histoires du Mont-Saint-Michel" by Alain Tourrau and Joseph Vebret. ISBN 978-2-38487-175-9

I didn't get to Mont Saint Michel this trip (sadly, I can't visit *every* time), but this book was just published *this month* and it's the best MSM book I have seen.

Had a slight mishap while in France.

Accidentally opened both a Mousse de Foie (pork) and a Mousse de Foie (duck) and now I'm forced to do a side-by-side taste comparison.

I meant to pick this up at Essen, but forgot and then it was sold out.

Notre Dame de Paris. Today.

And here's a photo of Notre Dame right now, so I don't get accused of being an Instagram poser.

At table with trays of croissants and pains au chocolat. Mmmm.

The table next to me is piled with croissants and pains au chocolat, and it's taking all my self control not to grab one of the pains au chocolat.

The train from Marseille arrived at 8:40, and the bookstore I'm going to doesn't open until 10. Hence my predicament.

I think I'll go shopping for berets later...

A crêpe on a platter on a small round table. Jambon & Emmental, if you must know.

I was trying to avoid being all touristy while in Paris, and yet, here I am. In a crêperie. On the Seine. In the shadow of Notre Dame.

In my defense, there's not a lot open before 10am.

A mock-up of an old D&D guide detailing the properties of magical items, featuring "Altman’s Quill of Artifice". The entry reads: This enchanted quill, made from the feather of a harpy, serves as a magical scribe and sage, able to answer all its owner’s queries. The owner must use it to write a question at the top of a piece of paper or parchment, such as “Where is the secret entrance to the King’s treasury?” or “How can I cure lycanthropy?” Acting under its own power, it will write an answer. But despite its apparent (and often genuine) usefulness, this item is cursed. Roll d20 to determine the result of any query: 1 Hopelessly wrong, 2-5 Contains major errors, 6-10 Contains minor errors, 11-16 Accurate but incomplete, 17-20 Fully accurate. Apply modifiers in line with the rules for consulting sages (see Table 62) depending on the nature of the question (general 0, specific -2, exacting -4) and the availability of relevant knowledge (complete 0, partial -2, non-existent -6). The DM should choose the nature of any errors, as well as the consequences of believing them. If the answer is less than fully accurate, that will not be obvious, as the quill of artifice writes in a confident and authoritative manner. A reader may scrutinise the answer to attempt to notice any problem, but to succeed they must pass an intelligence check at a penalty of -2. Anyone who has previously failed such a check makes all future checks at -4. The owner of the quill is particularly vulnerable, permanently losing one point of intelligence with each inaccurate answer that is believed. The owner will be unaware of this loss, and will become fiercely possessive of the quill, refusing to give it up and distrusting anyone who doubts its output. A remove curse spell may make the owner willing to part with it, but the loss of intelligence is irreparable.

I finally realised what AI dependency reminds me of