I’m a forgettable nobody, so, Michael Cera.
I’m a forgettable nobody, so, Michael Cera.
Like having cancer and AIDS at the same time.
It also became memeable and noteworthy because it’s it’s drastically off tone for the comic strip it came from. Generally a light hearted series and then BAM, have something that in context is utterly brutal.
Nowadays it’s so divorced from it’s context that it’s essentially just a meme.
Sounds like how the people of Palestine feel all the time.
I used to do Renaissance Faires.
“Wild Mountain Thyme” was the song the entire cast sang together at the end of each day, my first year.
It hits me like a truck every time.
I stand corrected.
The irony of the title is still true, though.
All 13 of Erebus’s Black Crusades aren’t better. >…>
The Horus Heresy. When you see what the Emperor’s vision actually was, and really get to compare it to the galaxy they got, it’s just… so much worse. And the galaxy is pretty goddamn bad to begin with. But you know there’s a special place at the very bottom of hell for Erebus.
Magnus did nothing wrong and Russ has fleas.
Which fuckin’ god? The one that (if you believe in) sent the ten plagues? And the flood? And burned two major cities? And that’s just in the book where he’s supposedly the good guy?
Mine is an old Black Crusade character name. The original Xariphon was a scholar-warrior.
I’m shocked he got any consequences at all. His magic costume must’ve not been enough to grant immunity for once.
Between Neo from RWBY and Toga from MHA, I’m starting to think I have a type…
I want to see games with AI-powered NPCs making responsive, possibly unique dialog. Probably text-only at first, but maybe with AI voice-acting later on.
Yeah, that’s the real thing: “the economy” is how well the country is working for rich people and corporations. Look at average wages, actual buying power, etc. What’s in the hands of the worker. That’s the actual measure of how well a country is doing. Grotesque inequality is a condemnation, regardless of what the stock market is doing.
Right? I’m sitting here like “this has to be satire… right? But it’s just absurd enough not to be…”
On hotdogs. Or pretzels. Or sausages.
Today on “Pillow or Bear Trap”…