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- Comment on Hulk Hogan Meat Shoes [14:50] 1 day ago:
He’s not even cool enough to have invented meat shoes.
- Submitted 1 day ago to videos@lemmy.world | 3 comments
- Comment on My feelings on the Super Bowl 2 days ago:
The woman who leans into the frame also seems to be wearing hers like that too.
Truly a bunch of epic penguins of doom.
- Comment on My feelings on the Super Bowl 2 days ago:
her sunglasses are upside down?
- Comment on My feelings on the Super Bowl 2 days ago:
I forgot yesterday that it was going on and went to Trader Joe’s after work. It was heavenly. Those stores are always so cramped.
- Comment on Alabama is forcing incarcerated people to work at hundreds of companies, including McDonald’s & Wendy’s. Unionizing is illegal. The state takes 40% of wages. 3 days ago:
The Right essentially decided to destroy public education in response to desegregation.
The district I worked for was excellent in the 50’s and 60’s. Now, the only high school that isn’t a failure is the application school all the white kids get into.
- Comment on Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster 1 week ago:
I think the idea is that your dying enemies will probably get some of that foul concoction in their mouths, thus suffering more as they die. Probably will smell awful cleaning it too - I bet the carbonic acid in the soda sours the milk, so you’d have strange and smelly “cheeses” with that mix of deck’s bacteria. Perhaps irreparable and they have to sink the ship.
- Comment on there i fixed it 2 weeks ago:
CYRANO: Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short! You might have said at least a hundred things By varying the tone. . .like this, suppose,. . .
Aggressive: ‘Sir, if I had such a nose I’d amputate it!’
Friendly: ‘When you sup It must annoy you, dipping in your cup; You need a drinking-bowl of special shape!’
Descriptive: ''Tis a rock!. . .a peak!. . .a cape! – A cape, forsooth! ‘Tis a peninsular!’
Curious: ‘How serves that oblong capsular? For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?’
Gracious: ‘You love the little birds, I think? I see you’ve managed with a fond research To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!’
Truculent: ‘When you smoke your pipe. . .suppose That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose– Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher, Cry terror-struck: “The chimney is afire”?’
Considerate: ‘Take care,. . .your head bowed low By such a weight. . .lest head o’er heels you go!’
Tender: ‘Pray get a small umbrella made, Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!’
Pedantic: ‘That beast Aristophanes Names Hippocamelelephantoles Must have possessed just such a solid lump Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead’s bump!’
Cavalier: 'The last fashion, friend, that hook? To hang your hat on? ‘Tis a useful crook!’
Emphatic: ‘No wind, O majestic nose, Can give THEE cold!–save when the mistral blows!’
Dramatic: ‘When it bleeds, what a Red Sea!’
Admiring: ‘Sign for a perfumery!’
Lyric: ‘Is this a conch?. . .a Triton you?’
Simple: ‘When is the monument on view?’
Rustic: 'That thing a nose? Marry-come-up! ‘Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!’
Military: ‘Point against cavalry!’
Practical: ‘Put it in a lottery! Assuredly ‘twould be the biggest prize!’ Or. . .parodying Pyramus’ sighs. . . ‘Behold the nose that mars the harmony Of its master’s phiz! blushing its treachery!’
–Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said, Had you of wit or letters the least jot: But, O most lamentable man!–of wit You never had an atom, and of letters You have three letters only!–they spell Ass! And–had you had the necessary wit, To serve me all the pleasantries I quote Before this noble audience. . .e’en so, You would not have been let to utter one– Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest! I take them from myself all in good part, But not from any other man that breathes!
- Submitted 2 weeks ago to [deleted] | 30 comments
- Comment on If only 3 weeks ago:
- Comment on What are your favorite RPG maker games? 3 weeks ago:
I loved Space Funeral! It feels like such a love letter to fucking around and making something unique.
- Submitted 3 weeks ago to games@lemmy.world | 17 comments
- Comment on High value 3 weeks ago:
It plays well with original Morrowind mods, including Tamriel Rebuit, which is fucking awesome.
- Comment on High value 4 weeks ago:
Yuk. Skyrim stripped out everything that made Morrowind special. It feels more like a Ubisoft game than an RPG.
Morrowind is old and has retroRPG jank, but as long as you don’t run everywhere it’s not that hard. There’s even OpenMW if you want some modern quality of life features.
- Comment on rest in pepperoni 4 weeks ago:
It’s really tragic that we have lost this sexual god.
- Submitted 4 weeks ago to [deleted] | 33 comments
- Comment on genius 5 weeks ago:
With a helicopter, I think you also need to be actively suicidal.
- Comment on Cruising around the OKC cock ring is an honored Oklahoman tradition 1 month ago:
- Submitted 1 month ago to [deleted] | 21 comments
- Comment on constants r fun 1 month ago:
Still interesting to ask about that dent’s shape. We could think about how the chemistry of the material composing it/the way it weathered, or approach it as a micro biome where an entire ecological niche is carved out around going from rain puddle to rain puddle. If the puddle is in concrete, we can talk about issues of equity - do some neighborhoods have different shapes of puddle (eg, how well does the city maintain different neighborhood’s infrastructure.)
We can accept that the outlines of our puddle are stochastic and arbitrary, but that doesn’t mean we can’t marvel at tracing out its shape.
- Submitted 1 month ago to science_memes@mander.xyz | 23 comments
- Comment on chemotherapy mother 1 month ago:
“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.
As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”
“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.
James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”
“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”
James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.
“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.
"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”
"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.
“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.
"Make me.”
“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.
- Comment on chemotherapy mother 1 month ago:
The Brightest Light of Sunshine
Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?
Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.
Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.
- Comment on chemotherapy mother 1 month ago:
This is book 2 in a published series.
- Submitted 1 month ago to [deleted] | 25 comments
- Comment on One slur to rule them all 1 month ago:
Imagine modeling the components of a word mathematically. Each word has a value in some number of dimensions, like maybe how negative the word is, or how much it has to do with fruit or something.
You’d be able to calculate a set of eigenvectors to describe each dimension, basically unit vectors. You could have an eigen-name or eigen-compliment, basically just a word that other names or compliments could be expressed in units of that word.
- Submitted 1 month ago to science_memes@mander.xyz | 25 comments
- Comment on it is legal to keep a kangaroo as a pet in oklahoma 1 month ago:
Not AI.
- Comment on it is legal to keep a kangaroo as a pet in oklahoma 1 month ago:
Oklahoma believes the government saying “no” to anyone is a crime against God.
- Comment on it is legal to keep a kangaroo as a pet in oklahoma 1 month ago:
The name is Martha, apparently it has been returned to its owner who lost it recently. That may be an entirely different escaped kangaroo.
Then of course, the matter of the kangaroos hopping around the courts of Stillwater…
