The semantic arguments of what people named their death machine always makes me wonder if the people making the argument understand how deception works.

“But they call themselves socialists!”

“I can declare myself God if I was so inclined; that doesn’t make it true.”

Sometimes you may also want a second opinion.

“Hey everyone! Get in here and check this out before I flush it!”

I can’t help but think of that “Hello? HR?” meme, where Riker is on the top and Chakotay is on the bottom and they are both saying this joke.

I got both Streets of SimCity and SimCopter for that feature alone. It was awesome!

Greed.

I’ve been wondering a lot recently if neurotypical people can literally just control their own thoughts in ways I can’t even conceive of. Like can they actually choose what they like instead of just liking or not liking things? Can they choose what to think about without struggling to grab the thing you’re trying to think about out of the sea of interconnected thoughts flowing into one another all the time? Are their minds just totally blank until tasked with thinking?

The milk in Hateno Village is about to go bad… There it goes.

How would you acquire winamp without the internet?

For some reason, I keep imagining an episode where Dale gaslights Bill into believing one of them is a furry.

I can get a pretty decent picture of the scene excepting that the writer names these places by name and I don’t know what they actually look like so the layout is entirely being generated by my imagination. It’s wet. It’s muddy. It’s miserable and cold. And It’s in London, a long time ago so everyone’s dressed like Harry Potter characters and covered in shit ala Monty Python’s Holy Grail.

Pretend it’s one of your homies talking to their mom and make loud, sexual moans.

Build yourself a Pee Wee Herman style breakfast machine and never have this problem again. Bonus points if it plays the Danny Elfman song really loudly as the alarm.

I save the little clip things from packaged buns and other stuff because they are way better than the twisty ties that usually come on sliced bread.

Broccoli and cauliflower.

Doesn’t matter how they are prepared, or how much cheese they are covered in; they’re disgusting. I don’t even like being in a house where cauliflower is being cooked because it just straight up smells like fart.

TNG, Voyager and DS9.

Portal was a show on TechTV mixing live action with macinema exclusively using popular MMORPGs of the time. One of the recurring video game heroes of the show was The Drifter. The main, actual human character, was Dave.

It used to be backed by gold until 1971.

Exclusively will be used on the DM after the party does something that gets him butt-hurt.

I feel like this would have been perfect for Inglorious Basterds, if that movie wasn’t directed by Tarantino. Instead of The Bear Jew, we would have had this woman.