“Guess we better call the police. I’ll use that police box over there…”
“Guess we better call the police. I’ll use that police box over there…”
The Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson!
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
It’s been my mantra and my battlecry for the past few years now. Love it.
This is all incredibly (funny, and) poignant, and, as a programmer, I agree. But any career has its level of trimming Satan’s pubes, and I’m really happy to be trimming my share.
Yet it still happens. OpenGameArt just recently recovered from a DDoS. If you build a better mousetrap…
Narcissism defined.
In the documentary “Hail Satan?” One of the church’s high-ranking members did hold a public event where she tried to incite violence against then-president Donald Trump. The Church did “excommunicate” her for this, but the church leader did express how worried he was about members turning into a militant group.
Sounds like we gotta make a trip to the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
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The one thing these games have in common…
… Is Matt Turk.
Resonance by Odyssey starts playing
Convoys are sooo 2020.
At least Hawking provided something to society.
The sooner we forget Epstein’s name*, the better.
Titanic
The smell of the air conditioner wall unit at my mother’s old house. Musky. They were kept out in the garage, and my dad has no sense of smell. He would just put them in the windows and turn them on.
When I came home from school and got hit with the cold air, the smell, I knew it was summer. Yeah, sure, there’s probably a fungus in my brain that drives me towards the highest points I can find to release my spores, but, damn, it smelled like freedom.
When I was
… Giggiddy?
I had to get out of there! I faked an attack of scurvy.
Scurvy… Works every time.
Brutalmoose is a god damned treasure.