Clarius

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are rushing towards each other, with a narrative text above each, with an arrow pointing at each fox respectively. Narration above Green: Heat-seeking behaviour Narration above Blue: Attention-guided missile The foxes reach each other, swirling together like liquid or koi fish. Narration: Impact! Curling up together, coiled around each other in a tight cuddle, the foxes rest, calm and content. Narration: Equilibrium

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue comes home carrying a massive box on top of his head. Blue: Check out this board game I got for us! Green: It's huge! Once the box is opened, Blue reads the rule book that was inside. Inspecting the game pieces, Green is halfway in the box himself. Blue: The rules are vast, but at least they're clearly written. Several hours later, the foxes sit next to the box, with a partially set tabletop game in front of them. Both of them look visibly exhausted. Blue is reading out loud from the rule book, while Green is laying on his back on the floor. Blue: ...And in the 28th step of the reconstruction phase, you recalculate the storage capacity... Blue looks up from the book, and Green tilts his head slightly to look at him. Blue: I think I need an eight hour nap. Green: It's 9 pm.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are having a conversation while building a snowman. Blue: The only good thing about summer are the fresh peas from outdoor markets. I wish they were available all year. Green: But then they wouldn't be special. Blue: What do you mean? Green: If you could have them any time you wanted, there'd be nothing good about summer.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue sees Green approach enthusiastically. Green: It's my birthday! Blue: Congratulations! Blue turns to look over his shoulder as Green walks past him. Green: I booked a time to get my ears rinsed! Blue: ...Have fun? One hour later, Blue is sitting peacefully at home, reading a book. The book flies off as Green's triumphant yelling startles him, pages fluttering everywhere. Green: I can hear all the way to the bronze age!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are sitting in the car, with Blue driving. Both of them look equally annoyed and displeased. Blue: Finally, a chance to pass this brainfree highway hero who almost made us crash. Green: Requesting permission to glare in judgement? Blue: Granted. As Blue passes the other car, Green sticks his head out of the window, maintaining a firm, uninterrupted angry glare towards the other driver, who begins to look anxious as they somehow sense Green's immense dismay aimed at their general direction.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are laying on the floor, lounging on atop of each other. Green: Did we have anything planned for this weekend? Blue: Not that I remember. Blue picks up his phone, looking at the screen. Green peers slightly into the same direction, but does not move from his place across Blue's back. Blue: Oh, mom texted me. Green: What is it? Blue: My cousin's birthday party has been cancelled. It would've been tomorrow. Green: I completely forgot that. The foxes continue lounging on the floor. Green: ...So we have no plans? Blue: None that I remember.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking somewhere, both wearing warm winter clothes. Blue is wearing a bright yellow reflective high-visibility jacket. Green: Your high-vis coat is so convenient at big events like this. Blue: It's warm. Green: It also makes it easy to find you in a crowd. A third fox, of a soft rosy pink colour, appears to ask Blue a question. Rose pink: Excuse me, where will the men's choir sing? Blue: I don't know. I think it's over there? Blue and Green carry on their merry way. Blue looks horrified by a sudden realisation. Green: I think she mistook you for a staff member. Blue: ...Oh no.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other one is green. In this one, Blue and Green are sitting down while facing each other. Green: You've got yogurt on your chin. Blue: Do I? Blue leans back cautiously as Green leans towards him eagerly. Green: Can I kiss it away? Blue: No. Blue keeps leaning back as Green keeps leaning forward, stretching further than should be physically possible. Green: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease? Blue: No. Stretching out to almost twice the length of their regular bodies, Blue frowns while Green still stares eagerly at him, leaning forward as much as Blue leans back. Blue: I am not going to let you lick my face. Green: Why not?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Green is taking a shower with the lights off, while a text above him narrates. Surrounded by pink soap bubbles, Green sighs as the soap he had been holding bounces off to somewhere unseen. Narration: Showering in the dark is nice until you lose the soap. Green: Ah, no. As Green is fumbling for the soap in the dark, his nose starts dripping something dark. Narration: Or get a nosebleed while looking for it. Green: Oh come on. Once Green steps out of the shower, Blue zips past him into the bathroom. Green looks towards him in alarm. Narration: Or you only have one bathroom Green: Wai- Blue: My turn! Green looks to the direction of the sound with an unreadable expression as Blue screams from the bathroom. Narration: And you didn't warn your partner fast enough.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue arrives ont he scene as Green is cutting a random chunk of plastic, pieces of it flying everywhere. Blue is holding both of his eyes closed in order to protect them from impact, while Green is squinting with one eye, peering his work with the other. Blue: What's with the plastic shrapnel? Green: Arts and crafts. I'll clean up later. Blue sits down, looking at Green questioningly. Green - who has stopped clipping - frowns at his craft. Blue: How will you find them if you don't see where they go? Green: From the bottom of my foot. Green resumes clipping as Blue looks at him, stunned. Eventually, he manages to put his thoughts into words. Blue: ...You have feet?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue looks at Green over his shoulder as Green looks at a tiny cut on his tail. Green: Oh huh, a tiny cut. Blue: Let me get the wound spray. Green begins to lick the tiny cut, while Blue looks shocked. Green: Nah, it's fine. Blue: Don't lick it!! Blue frowns at Green as Green looks up from the cut. Green: Your own saliva is actually better for your wounds than someone else's. Blue: That doesn't make it good for you! As Blue leaves to get the wound spray, Green calmly continues to lick the wound. Blue: You stop that! I can hear you!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are laying down, with Blue flopped over Green, who is still awake. Blue is sound asleep. Green: Goodnight. Green looks uncomfortable as Blue begins to radiate heat. Green: Eeeugh. How are you this warm? In vain, Green tries to wiggle himself free, but Blue, laying solidly on top of him, neither moves nor wakes up. Green: Hnnngyäääh! Green gives up, while Blue, still peacefully asleep, only continues to glow hotter. Green: How can you sleep comfortably in a puddle of my sweat?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Green arrives at the scene as Blue is twisting himself into unusual positions, turning his head up, down, and upside-down. Green: What are you doing? Blue: I'm realigning my balance crystals. Green: Your what? Blue: One of them has drifted to the wrong part of the labyrinth, and I'm trying to wiggle it back in place. Green: ...What in where? Blue: A calcium crystal in the vestibular labyrinth of the inner ear. Green looks awestruck as he finally comprehends what is happening. Twisting himself onto a loop to turn his head towards Green, Blue looks at him with a confused frown. Green: Ooh, so it's a medical thing. Blue: Wait, what did you think I'm doing?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking somewhere, and Green is in a bad mood. Green: I hate wind. How it pulls and pushes and tugs me. And I hate the cold. A draft straight to my bone marrow! The air's too dry! A bird is singing! An unseen bird sings one clear, beautiful simple note, and Green turns to look up to it in anger. Blue looks at Green calmly. Green: Shut up! Blue: You need a soda. Drinking a beverage with a straw, Green is immediately mollified. Green: I'm sorry for getting on your nerves all day. Blue: I've been fine the whole day.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue turns around as Green looks out of the window, both looking enthusiastic. Green: Look! It's snowing! Blue: My favourite weather! Blue and Green talk as they are on their way somewhere. Blue: Remind me to get paint stripper on our way home. Green: Okay! Visiting Blue's parents, Blue's mother is sitting on top of a big crate, while his father is sitting on the ground next to it. Blue looks at the crate eagerly. Blue's mother: We have a whole crate of this stuff we can't get rid of. Blue: That's the exact stuff I needed! Soon enough, Blue and Green are back on their way, dragging the massive crate home. Blue raises an eyebrow in distrust. Blue: Today has been going suspiciously well. Green: It's your birthday.

Walz: "To Americans who are watching this, I've got a question for you: What side do you want to be on? The side of an all powerful federal govt that can kill, injury, menace, & kidnap its citizens off the streets? Or on the side of a nurse at the VA hospital who died bearing witness to such govt?"

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green jump in fright as a withered, dried-up potted pointsettia approaches them through apparent natural means. Blue: What are you? Potted plant: I am cuetlaxōchitl, ghost of christmas flower past. The foxes listen as the undead houseplant complains. Potted plant: Not a month has passed since I was brought to this house, and already I've been neglected to death! Green: Well, can you come back to haunt us next December, so you'll be more seasonal? The foxes follow with their eyes as the potted plant moves past them, leaving the scene. Potted plant: Fine. But I will return.

I am actually happy with the UI ive been able to make.. but the lack of control over which buffs and debuffs I see on my raid frames is literally making the game unplayable..

It is actually killing any hype I have for Midnight. You cannot expect us to play like this right?? @WarcraftDevs

Hi everyone, my husband and I have had our contracts with Wowhead terminated effective immediately.

I'm secure for now with Icy-Veins, but Anshlun is looking for a job. He was the Class Lead there for years and is a great programmer. Please reach out if you have anything :)

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, the first panel shows little baby Green, sitting alone in an empty void, looking disappointed but not surprised. Green, narrating: When I was little, life was bad. I thought it would be bad forever. Next, adult Green is floating through an empty void, not attached to anything. Green, continuing to narrate: But that passed, and I learned that nothing is forever. Everything is only temporary. Blue, appearing out of nowhere, grabs Green by the tail, gently holding on to stop him from drifting away. Green, still narrating: And then you were there. For good. The foxes settle down to play some kind of a board game. It's unclear which one of them is winning. Green, narrating: You make me want to believe in "forever".

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and green are sitting together, looking at each other, while Green casually eats a protein bar, unwrapping it as he goes along. Blue: You keep your protein bars next to my desk so you don't eat them all in one day. And yet, you sneak one every time you get the chance. Why? Green: I love the taste of crime.

Seeing some of the, uh, "discourse" around the Classic downtime and am once again reminded kindness and literacy (including understanding jokes/sarcasm) are at an all-time low. This is why gamedevs don't communicate with the public in this manner anymore and any that do are an exception, dammit.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are standing on the opposite sides of Blue's car, which is covered in snow. Both foxes are holding ice scrapers, with the snow brush side up. Green: You clear the snow on your side, and I'll do this one. Blue: Sure. The snow that Green is brushing off the car gets blown by the wind, landing right onto Blue's face. Green looks startled. Green: Oh, sorry! The wind caught it! Suddenly turning to blow the opposite way as Blue tries to brush the snow off the car, the snow gets caught by the wind and blows directly on Green's face. Blue looks equally apologetic. The wind changes direction again, now somehow blowing into both directions, to blow snow on both foxes' eyes. Green: Aaah! Blue: How?!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking somewhere. Though Blue is clearly annoyed by something, he listens calmly as Green talks. Green: Eventually the other monk spoke: How could you pick her up? You've broken your vow to not touch a woman." And the first one, who had already forgotten the whole thing, replied: "I put her down on the other side of the river. But you still carry her everywhere you go." Blue: ...Is this about the idiot who honked at me after not using their blinkers? Green: I forgot.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is sleeping peacefully under a heavy blanket, while Green approaches, looking drowsy and carrying a gigantic sardine can opener. Blue frowns in his sleep, but doesn't wake up nor move, as Green casually starts rolling the blanket open with the can opener, and wiggles inside, to sleep right next to Blue.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is sitting in deep focus with a calculator, an abacus, and several sketchbooks and papers scattered all around him. Blue: Each hot dog packet has 10 of them, and the buns come in packages of 12, so in order to- Green appears on the scene, with a bun of some sort hanging out of his mouth, peering at Blue's notebooks. Green: What are you calculating? Blue looks up to Green with an unreadable expression on his face. Green looks back to him, unsure of the situation. Blue raises an eyebrow, looking at Green with confusion. Blue: ...Are you eating a plain, dry hot dog bun?

What is so revolutionary about a sycophantic word prediction machine?
It has nothing to do with artificial intelligence.. it is such a scam

The Kennedy Center was named that in tribute after Kennedy was assassinated. I have an idea on how the addition of Trump's name can be made more appropriate.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are pressed together, cuddled up and simply enjoying each others' company, eyes peacefully closed. Green: You know what's the best part of the holidays? Blue: What is it? Green: All our problems are next year's problems. All can wait until January. While Blue's expression remains peaceful, Green opens his eyes in realisation to his words. Blue: Except for that thing in the sink. Both of the foxes turn to look at something coming in from outside of the comic panel, with slimy tentacle-like tendrils reaching towards them. Green: Oh right. We should probably do something about that.