To anyone curious: It’s barely bad enough to even be funny. It’s not a great porn flick. Pretty basic Ron Jeremy, piss poor parody that’s only really interesting because of Nintendo’s actions. There’s also a sequel.
There’s also a fuckton of porn we’ll never see. Supposedly there’s stacks of Disney stuff bored animators have drawn, things for Bethesda titles that never left the office… It’s wild, when you start running down the rabbit hole.
Ya know when someone rounds a corner, they lose traction, run in place for a moment, and then fall?
Yeah. While in a factory. One of the trailers the next section was working on caught fire, so I bolted over there to assist, and no one in my section thought to hit our E-Stop. I bolted around the corner, hit the red button, turned, was booking it back, hit that corner, and was just in place until my ass hit concrete.
After all was said and done, we had a good laugh. Got called out at the next safety meeting for being a bit too enthusiastic on making my way back.
Also not the only one.
It’s weird to think about an MMO getting a remaster. They’ve kinda just been “living” things that one day die, and maybe come back on a new engine under a slightly different name or return more aggressively monetized.
An ongoing series of soft relaunches with some minor branding changes.
Did you try the powder or the liquid?
I have much better results with the liquid additives, and have managed to stay off sugary drinks outside of the occasional treat. Also have gotten a better value out of store brand than Mio. Normally a bit cheaper for a bigger bottle.
Same way cutting off your hand helps with a sore throat.
Sometimes you need to find a larger thing to concern yourself with.
No nipple to tweak? No deal!
It’s All White Noise by Charli Morgan.
I just wanna be something good. I just wanna leave something decent. I just wanna make something I don’t hate.
Kick the baby.
Lincoln would be too busy trying to talk God into a wrestling match to even notice anyone else was around.
I dig Jane because there’s also another tie there.
John and Jane Doe, typically used when there’s no personal identification.
Though I also feel like we’re losing something because of the medium. Is it “Gene” like genie or “Jawn” like Jeanne?
I live in the rural South, it could genuinely go either way in my head, though I lean towards “Jawn” for the better flow from “John”.
EDIT: Okay, I cannot decide which makes more sense as a pronunciation guide, if you’ve played Bayonetta, you’ve heard it pronounced.
General ease of identification. Going from “John” to “Jean” is an easier logical leap of “this is the same person” than “John” to “Sarah”.
Of course, when dealing with a well known character with an easy to recognise overall design, it’s kinda weird, but visual and mental recognition are in general.
Oh, I know. I’ve met a lot of women who do, it was more tongue-in-cheek at the old “Many Men Online Roleplaying Girls”.
Yes, but weirdly, none of us play MMOs.
“Will 2025 have less layoffs?”
Gestures broadly at industry trends
No.
Maybe he’s happier as the goblin. Has anyone asked his opinion?
This is why witches get a bad rep. Everyone jumps to “Oh, she bound his soul into a doll”, like, have you seen the world around you?
What sounds more appealing, this hellhole, or getting carried around and snuggled for eternity?
Fuck it, putting myself in a doll, someone come pick me up.
I take it as their distorted reflection of themselves in that moment, starting to regain their humanity in their own eyes.
As their (assumed) partner said, “you don’t look like a deer to me”. Taking that with some assumed weight, we’re looking at how this person sees themselves. Something weak, helpless, prey. They can’t do anything besides try to keep surviving.
It’s in taking the time with others, being treated as a person, they begin to feel it, see it once again.
Black vultures, for me.
We have some that hunt through the dumpsters at work when deli does toss-out. I felt rather dumb assuming they had a fancier name.
Pretty neat birds to watch, though. I lost some time while they strutted about, pretty much ignoring my existence once I had tossed all our old bread.