I think last week, actually.

I’m a little sad that an Anti-Material rifle doesn’t look like something out of Unreal Tournament.

The Bri’ish Dagger Regiment.

So Leprechaun?

I think I’ve developed a low-level immunity to some of this dumb lib-shit. My eyes immediately glazed over as a defense mechanism.

Been thinking of lab-grown mammoth meat lately, as I do from time to time. I’ve wanted to taste one of those things ever since I was a damn toddler. I need connections and money and possibly to throw my morals into a blender.

One of these days I’ll actually play a game with my Malifaux pieces. They’ll likely start falling apart mid-game, damn little skinny Gremlins. Otherwise most map games just unintentionally guilt trip me as someone who’s really gotten rusty with ArcGIS.

If nematodes are counted in that worm list, you could probably cause a mass level of ecological chaos over everywhere but the poles, but also the poles for some other worms.

Garfield really did master the anti-joke/meme.

That lady was the scariest thing in those books to me, and she honestly was a reasonable horror.

This may be an odd choice, but it’s a joke a minute: https://youtu.be/-ZuNGFGuwKg?si=BpMviYRr4RDXIoY8 Hope you get better. I was feeling suicidal this week myself.

If it weren’t for whites the raisin economy would collapse.

So I’ve definitely experienced stuff, whether it was creepy ghosts or a creepy neighbor I once had. The neighbor was likely a little not well in the head, but she didn’t help by wearing a plain white dress and always just kinda staring from weird angles in the hall. I hope she’s doing well, but she gave me a few too many starts. My nighttime jogs also yielded some weird shit.

But ultimately I think what really qualifies as a story was when I was chilling out in the ditch by my house as a teen, climbing trees, sometimes reading or writing like a shitty version of Walden. One day I saw someone staring out from the cattails at me, kinda greyish and angry. I immediately bolted home, hearing some lion-like roar behind me. My family took me at my word on that one, cause some creep in the cattails is more believable than some of my other experiences like faces in windows or a ghost heavily breathing at me.

I kinda hope most of these experiences are real, if only to suggest I’m not totally off my rocker. I guess I could chalk up some of the oldest stories as Adderall withdrawal, idk.

It seems like it would have been a wiser choice at this point to keep their lips sealed, given how more people and companies have started to walk back that statement.

Failed at art and got into fascism. Name a more classic combo.

You’re just re-creating the Golden Throne from 40k at this point.

I normally like Brutalism, but that stuff is just eugh.

Better late than never? And no, too lazy to click that.

Fucking dodging the subject of genocide like Neo dodging bullets.