Mistress is putting me down tonight.

Breaking: chickens comfortably roosting at home.

Breaking: Salacious Crumb shot in Utah.

Ignoring the Abrams bearing down on my position and firing my new Raad anti-tank missile at a passing Cybertruck.

Getting sucked off by the bear from Annihilation

Trans friends (& cis ones, for that matter) calling me an egg only made me reflect on, and become more comfortable with, being a man with stereotypically feminine qualities/interests. It doesn't hurt people who aren't eggs, and it helps those who are. Let a thousand eggs crack.

Did the "egg cracking is evil" discourse* (*nonsense) leak over here yet?

Commander Biden has compromised The Chosen Undead to a permanent end

To the tune of All the Small Things:

Two days, four weeks?
Work sucks, storm breaks.
I dragged kerosene up the stairs,
His lobster lets me know he cares.

Say it ain't so, ye will not go,
Into the light, Ephraim Winslow.

Against Me!'s "White Crosses" is a premonitory song that answers the question "What if Harry Du Bois lived in Florida?"

Centrists be like: "Well, surely THIS rough beast will slouch somewhere other than Bethlehem."

I haven't played or looked into Armored Core 6 beyond what I've seen on my Twitter feed (mostly about being horny/a dog) but this is my impression of the early storyline.

The fifth force of nature is the dialectic, you're welcome physicists.

Starting off with a classic.