i... am... not... depressed!!! my telekinesis halfheartedly shoves a couple things around the room
do you think insight can be gained about an author from the stories they write?
no. authors are like squids and can only be understood through spirited but ultimately futile combat
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You know we only ever really "learn" how to bathe in our youth as it is taught to us by our parents and from then on most people kinda just bathe the same way right. And like barring actively deciding to do it the only way most people change their bathing habits is if they bathe with a loved one and get convinced to do somethi g different in the bath bc its cleaner/faster/whatever bc of them. Ok heres the thesis statement. The lack of communal bathing in society is holding us back from discovering The Ultimate Bathing
i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.
DMing is hard. I acknowledge this. Weaving a story with words for long periods of time means youβre gonna say something silly sometimes when your brain blips. And itβs not your fault that itβs so silly that your players share it around turning it into an inside joke, immortalizing your brain fart moment forever.
My DM was narrating a scene between our tiefling rogue and the NPC she was romancing. He was trying to set the mood for their first kiss, up on a tower overlooking the city, looking into each others eyes. Theyβd just been on a romantic date, there was a bottle of wine between them. And this was their moment.
The NPC leaned in to kiss the rogue and the kiss was, according to our DM, βlong and normal.β
The entire session went off the rails. We became ungovernable creatures of hilarity. How long is normal?
We are informed normal is six seconds and we devolve even further into chaotic paroxysm of laughter. The DM desperately tried to rein us in but for the rest of the session everything took a long and normal amount of time.
My betrothed and I would kiss each other while counting to six in our heads then declare afterward, βAh yes! Long and normal!β
I accidentally told my school team about it, reasoning that theyβd at least never meet the DM who lives out of state. Theyβd say we needed the scene to be the long and normal length, or hold a pose for a long and normal time.
At the end of the year I invited them to my house for a celebratory meal and was surprised when my DM joined the DnD video call early. My teammates looked at him, expressions slowly spreading into evil grins. βLong and normal!β They greeted him.
He turned a look upon me of utter betrayal while I hustled them out of my house.
βItβs been a year!β He cried at the unfairness.
βMaybe itβll phase out by next year,β I told him.
Emerald cockroach wasp or jewel wasp (Ampulex compressa)
Strange roadside buildings where you shouldnβt ever go.
They're just normal chests. Innocent chests.
A follow up.
While you were eating dates in Babylonia, I studied the blβ¦Torah
lord the peasants are so loud today
pheasants. PHeasants. The birds
Don't you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?