Oh. Oh God. Please no.

“Valour” is one of those words that I think deserves a “u” regardless of if I’m Canadian.

Man, I hate getting called out.

A tail is like a necktie for your butt.

• Recognized, goldstar furry

Heavy.

I reinstalled 2.7 because it’s a better UI (objectively speaking).

Ew. That’s not a sai. (Or katana or bo staff) Donatello would affix a pizza cutter to a six foot pole like a real man. Turtle. Turtleman.

Shit, we’re on par with Antarcticans.

…which they would take offense to if they could read! Oooooooooo, Antarctica burn!(Sorry McMurdough.)

Oh, I’m gonna carry that weight.

Short take: you don’t have to clean as hard for company.

We don’t know Celsius. How do you expect us to know Kelvin?

Having done so, I find this decision humiliating, but also rather pragmatic. Turns out I get flirty with everyone when drunk.

Toot toots, but bravely

Neurology tells us that we make decisions before we’re consciously aware that we made them.

I felt that specifically on an anti-seizure drug that I used to stop familial tremors. Almost as if someone was walking in my body and doing everything 5 seconds before I knew what was happening. It’s not abnormal, but it can feel remarkably disconcerting to believe you no longer have agency of your own body. Sorry for that, homeslice, but don’t be too concerned.

Wrong, “you’re” and no attention to proper punctuation. I’m going to take your job and unionize your workplace, Jenny.

Sorry. I ran into that and it was the inspiration for the post in the first place. At least both sides have a ground, I guess?

There won’t be Christmas, but we’ll celebrate Looferboofem and the second coming of TechnoChrist in 2125.

I watched my friend play Mall Simulator, and in spite of it not being graphically intensive, the game breaks down when there are too many assets in the world. Absolute respect to the people that optimize games.

But Clair Obscur, tho.

Like, damn.

The hell is a gloth cown?