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][ if mahiru koizumi has 194892949292 fans i'm one of them if mahiru koizumi has 5 fans i'm one of them if mahiru koizumi has 1 fan it's me if mahiru koizumi has no fans i died in an explosion et cetera ][ (pants-shittingly horrified) damn Conway wasnt lying those numbers sure are surreal ][ insert corny joke about the monster group and the ultimate despairs here ][ v3 ending good, actually ][ ask me about minor planets. or about the 55164759628492 phonologies i make but never develop into an actual conlang ][ owes half a liver to Heitor Villa-Lobos, Dmitri Shostakovich, and a whole bunch of other composers too but this is way too long already ][ also a hamsteak and dr who liker ][ reblogging paintings in wkolorze and posting stuff i make in associatedtelevision ][ ⟨/description⟩.

“The gears of poverty, ignorance, hopelessness, and low self-esteem mesh to create a kind of perpetual failure machine that grinds down dreams from generation to generation. We all bear the cost of keeping it running. Illiteracy is its linchpin…. Frederick Douglass taught that literacy is the path from slavery to freedom. There are many kinds of slavery and many kinds of freedom. But reading is still the path.”

Happy birthday, Carl Sagan

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talking about this video btw. im obsessed with it. i havem't been able to stop thinking about it. it's perfect in every way. from the soft sad quiet gentle music to the fucking. dent in his stupid head im gonna die

when i was a kid I was really bad (or really good depending on your definition) at hidden object games. which is to say that I would not specifically search for the objects the book asked me to look for. no. that would make no sense. what i instead did was open a spreadsheet

i then proceeded to list every single object in the image in my excel spreadsheet, highlighting the objects the book asked me to find in red as i went. Then, by the end, not only had i found the objects, I had also found and categorized all of the other objects as well. This way, if anyone asked me to find any other objects in that image, i was fully prepared

on an unrelated note i was diagnosed as autistic before third grade

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You used the letter a 46 times!!

And 555 letters, so the letter a is about 8.29%

The letter a is on average used about 8.2% of the time, which means you used it more than average!! :)

a-counter you are my best friend and greatest ally

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my brother randomly texted me “the cheese lost the meaning” today and it took me a while to figure out its because he doesnt know the word for expiration date and now i cant stop saying it to myself. the cheese lost the meaning. wrath and despair on planet earth

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Dreamed that there was a mundane-setting TTRPG I’m going to call “Greg and Maureen” where the players are visiting a non-player character couple their characters are friends with. But the couple is going through a rough spot! The objective was to investigate their relationship and either to help their marriage or hasten their divorce. It’s always small town and you’re always staying at their house. Players could add a little flavor of how they knew Greg and Maureen and even choose some minor traits for them before the game.

I’d played the game with another group before, but I didn’t know there were multiple paths. There’s a note Greg writes confessing to something, but depending on the dice roll it’s a different note. The content of a major plot point depended on a 2d6 dice roll.

In the dream, I’d previously played a version where he confessed to cheating on Maureen with another woman, so I thought Maureen should see the note, but in the game we were playing, my friend Celia found the note, which actually said that Greg was dishonorably discharged from the army for a gay relationship (he’s bisexual) before he met Maureen, and that he had lied about having had an honorable discharge. So for a while I came off as an asshole because I kept saying that Maureen needed to know the contents of the note so that she could confront him about what he did to her, and my friend seemed to me to be unusually blasé about what I thought was an affair.

There were other possible notes. In other timelines he had never had an affair, never been in the army, never even loved her, etc. There was another possible note where you learned he’d lied to her that he was good at track in high school (imagine an impressive mile time, which my dream mind supplied as 6:40, though that won’t even get you into varsity level) when he was actually bad at track in high school (14 minute mile). This was a lie he’d told, like, once, and he and Maureen almost never talked about running or high school sports.

In every possible timeline, Greg was Utterly Wracked with guilt about his secret. Yes, even the high school track universe.

Also, if players had decided that Greg was white before the game, you could unlock a timeline where his secret was that his distant ancestors had been in league with THE Devil from Christianity between like 1830s and 1910s. (The devil was just their accountant. He was ashamed of them for non-devil reasons.) In this timeline, you could actually meet the devil.

You didn’t find a note in every timeline, so sometimes you had to work off other evidence. I had only ever played mainly investigating Greg, but you could also focus on investigating Maureen. I think the other players and I just suspected him of hiding something every time, due to our biases. Sorry Greg! Guess we weren’t real gregheads.

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Who want to play Greg and Maureen with me

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i love the original frankenstein novel a normal amount

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How can you read "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" as a closeted teenager and not be changed on an atomic level because of it

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4chan guy with esoterically racist historical views inventing a time machine and transporting to batu khan's command yurt in 1235 AD to assassinate him with an AR15 and then seeing batu khan finishing off his third bag of takis while chortling at videos of feral hogs being blown up with tannerite explosives on an iphone that is being presented to him by a guy in a snapback with a genie lamp in his other hand. the gun falls from his hand and his gut begins to grow cold before he notices the keshig guard's saber lodged in his belly, punishment for having inadvertently telefragged an urn of fermented horse milk (Kumis)