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Proof once again that the only remedy for Doomerism is to get out into your community and do something for it

A random Nichijou frame from EP3.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you.

Jon are the other rooms in the house also Zoned? I shudder to think what some of these rooms may be for.

I did this thing the week I found out how to get models from MGS2, no fancy rigs, but yes fancy compositing setup

A random Nichijou frame from EP3.

Thinking of buying one of those little glasses of water people have on their bedside table

I like that water has no taste or smell. Saves time, less to describe

Watching them is optional

Before reaching enlightenment, one must purchase 1000 blu-rays

Ghost in the Shell 2 is for the Batou-heads

It’s called Ghost in the Shell 2 because two clams die in it

Idk if I’ve seen a franchise lose so much good will so quickly with its fanbase than what’s been going on with the Yakuza games

Being picked up gently by a Gundam then thrown like a baseball

Every Super Bowl ad is for the door in the forest. It’s annoying. “You must walk through the door.” Yeah thanks, I know that already. I dream of the door every night

I wonder if there is a serial killer aboard who is trying to offload suspicion…

Either we don’t want to put a label on it, or at a crucial moment it will suddenly change to say “Those Who Will Doom The World”

I’m in some giant but unnamed cluster on the very edge of the galaxy.

I do love that there seems to be some kind of void surrounding the Second Life community. Like the barrier at the centre of the galaxy in Star Trek that imprisons a demon

Every time I see someone extolling the virtues of 996 working (9am - 9pm, 6 days a week), I think about my ancestors, who worked from 6am - 9pm, 6 days per week.

And how they went on strike, went without pay, and food, and warmth to stop us ever having to live like that again. (1/6)

classic tweet @futurevictim_ the only lasting 9/11 memory i have is when the budweiser ad with the kneeling clydesdales came on during the super bowl and i said "those horses are praying to mecca" and my friend's uncle got so mad that he had to go in the backyard

He had, did you know this?; Pedophile’s Neck. It’s very serious. The neck is very brittle. The doctor says one big nod and that’s it for me; we’ll see.

Got the big Calvin and Hobbes collection and it is bananas that Watterson dropped one of the best strips of all time within a month of starting the comic

A post on threads from user stephens_bens. It reads 'I'll always remember an interview with Steve Buscemi on Bulleye, Jesse Thorn asked him "As an actor with many decades of varied and outstanding roles across your career, does it ever bother you that one of the things you will most be remembered for is a 3-second gif in which you're wearing a backwards baseball cap and carrying a skateboard?" And without missing a beat, Buscemi replied "I'm carrying *two* skateboards." And you know what? He is.' Below that is a screen cap of Buscemi's famous "fellow kids" moment.

I never noticed this either.

Every time I’m made to go into the office I walk into the boardroom and do the Ric Flair corner bump off the big table. Everybody is so tired of my shit.

When is Grand Theft Auto 7 coming out

Amish Country Casserole 45-Minutes Baked Beef Casserole Creamy Diner-Style Low-Cost Dinner Fall Garlic Hearty Hot Kid-Friendly Pasta Potluck Quick Savory Winter Time: 45 Minutes Yield: 8 Servings • Save Print 今 Share: 女女你女你

Amish Country Casserole, a nostalgic, hearty dish perfect for warming new beginnings. The first time I made this Amish Country Casserole was during a cozy weekend visiting my old college roommate, Jenny. Shed just moved into her first farmhouse, nestled between gentle hills and way-too-scenic for city folks like me. It was all part of a weekend dedicated to helping her add warmth-and hopefully some chaos—into her new living space. While unpacking antiques she'd inherited, Jenny confessed she hadn't quite figured out her tiny kitchen yet. It was a perfect opportunity to bond over something hearty and uncomplicated. Standing in that sunlit kitchen, I rummaged through her pantry for pasta, soup cans, and the usual suspects: onions and garlic. As we chopped onions and crushed cloves, Jenny brought up memories of our college late-night munchies, musing how life has now unfolded into worrying about consistent rent checks and overly enthusiastic goats in the backyard. The reliable simplicity of canned tomato and mushroom soups mixed with the tender pasta echoed the ease of those days. I seasoned generously with pepper, which she had a surprisingly robust stash of. "Warm, practical, and full of nostalgia," Jenny said as we slid the casserole into the oven, a glossy sprinkling of paprika on top for flair. I winked, suggesting letting it sit for just a bit longer after baking to allow the flavors to marry. By the time the dish emerged, its aromas weaving through the living room, the farmhouse felt more alive. We ate, swapping dreams and uncertainties, the casserole very much doing what it was supposed to: feeding our bellies while wrapping us in a shared, simple joy. It wasn't just a meal that day, but the signature starting mark for Jenny's new chapter in life.

This creamy crab soup is luxurious and calming, perfect for new parenthood chaos. Cooking up my first meal with a newborn was an unforgettable maze of chaos and craving. The tiny cries echoed through the kitchen as I searched for comforting familiarity in the midst of diapers and sleepless nights. This creamy crab soup became my haven of calm, its rich aroma wrapping around me like a warm hug on those bleary-eyed afternoons. Having thrived on crab during summers by the shore, incorporating it here just made sense. The buttery sweetness of the crab paired with the unexpected zing of cayenne pepper took the mundane out of maternity leave cuisine. Methodically, I peeled and cubed the sweet potatoes while stealing glances at the baby monitor, reassuring myself that putting this together was an act of love. Leeks, thoroughly washed and finely chopped, contributed their gentle essence, and as they softened in a sizzling Dutch oven, I felt a semblance of tranquility. A splash of heavy cream right at the end was my secret indulgence, giving the dish its signature creaminess that satisfied both taste and texture. A tip: let each bowl sit just a few minutes before serving, allowing flavors to meld in a comforting symphony. While gently heating the crab meat in a skillet, I found myself laughing at the precision I'd developed out of necessity. In those moments, with thyme drifting through the air and a perfect soup beginning to cool, I realized that this meal was more than sustenance. It was a reminder of my resilience and adaptability during a whirlwind season. Every reassuring spoonful was a quiet victory in our new life together.

These chicken enchiladas feature rich flavors with a soothing process. The first time I made these chicken enchiladas, it was to celebrate a rather unexpected layoff. I was sitting at home, contemplating my next steps, when I realized I had a bounty of time to explore something I genuinely loved: cooking. Digging through my pantry, I found a jar of red enchilada sauce and a pack of flour tortillas from my last grocery run —a run that, funnily enough, had been powered by impulse buys. I figured there was no better time than now to whip up some comfort food, even if it was just for me. As I diced a yellow onion and chopped jalapeños, I felt a calm wash over me. Who knew the rhythmic chopping could be my moment of Zen? I seared the chicken cubes in a sizzling skillet until they were perfectly browned-insider tip: always wait for that sizzle to promise a nice sear! Rolling the chicken with cheese in each tortilla, I couldn't help but feel like a culinary artist laying out a masterpiece. Smothering it all in sauce and cheese, I found the entire process therapeutic. If you're looking for that gooey perfection, let it rest hot out of the oven for five minutes; it works wonders for clean slicing. Putting that first bite past my lips, I realized losing a job wasn't the end but rather a savory invitation to a new chapter. It wasn't just an enchilada on my plate; it was an emblem of turning life's unexpected detours into joyous celebrations.

These AI-generated recipe sites are so viscerally unsettling.

The recipe descriptions are all some variant on the food-blogger stereotypical theme of “I was unpacking boxes/in a cozy cafe/sipping a latte” extruded into an empty and featureless simulation of whimsy.

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I would never argue all self-publishing is bad, but I realized years ago that Amazon designed KDP for exactly this purpose: to incentivize people to adopt new tech to churn out more slop titles in a clear attack on the publishing industry with little regard for readers or even the writers themselves

YOU - Johnny Law is about to tear it up. Sad-style.