Literally Just Some Bird
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Literally Just Some Bird
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Kids do love the house toys! They like imitating the adults around them. What IS weird is when that stuff gets super-gendered. Only cooking and sewing for the girls and power tools for the boys. I'm very happy that my little nephew got a toy kitchen for his big present today.
December 26, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Agreed! The head does look a bit coopish in that first shot, but everything else I can see says sharpie to me.
December 21, 2025 at 1:35 AM
At 70 bucks a head with that kind of setup I'm willing to bet pretty much all the performers and technicians are unpaid.
December 21, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Parabens!
December 20, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Possibly my favorite opening line for a book. I'm disappointed in every adaptation that doesn't manage to keep it in.
December 19, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Nick Gnosis: two-fisted, improbabaly-aliterative investigator of metaphysical crime.
December 11, 2025 at 12:19 AM
You too!
December 10, 2025 at 12:10 AM
I also got my lifer snow buntings today! I didn't get a picture though.
December 10, 2025 at 12:00 AM
"Right, wheels and a megaphone. On it."
December 7, 2025 at 7:59 PM
So generally, if you receive Last Rites and survive, people are mostly just going to be happy you survived (or I suppose no less angry than they would be otherwise), not tied up in knots over the theological implications.
December 2, 2025 at 12:38 PM
Anointing of the Sick (which can be administered to anyone with a serious illness or injury), Eucharist (the bit with the bread and wine becoming Jesus' body and blood, the central part of any Catholic mass) and Confession (which you're supposed to do regularly anyway).
December 2, 2025 at 12:38 PM
I had to double check my hazy Catholic school memory on this, but there isn't really an official "Last Rites" that you're only supposed to get when you're definitely going to die. Instead, dying people usually get three sacraments:
December 2, 2025 at 12:38 PM
Oh yeah, this goes on my wishlist. I gotta cook more Louisiana food.
November 30, 2025 at 3:29 PM
I didn't recognize the term, but growing up in Southeast Michigan I definitely recall the cut glass dish of olives and pickles being part of the menu at family gatherings.
November 27, 2025 at 2:12 PM
It would require them to acknowledge there's something they don't know and either learn about it or hire someone who knows more than them and that's three things they won't do if they can possibly avoid it.
November 26, 2025 at 12:49 AM
That looks dope. Not in my budget right now, but I'm make that a part of my newly-created "if I ever have enough money to develop an optics problem" list.
November 24, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Ok this sounds amazing, what do you use?
November 23, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Seriously. Although Red-Crowned is better than Red-Bellied, which is the only one I see in my neck of the woods.
November 21, 2025 at 12:28 PM
I wonder if there's a word or for this specific kind of nostalgia, where people acknowledge the artist's keen eye for human behavior but only want to focus on the works where it's used for comedic effect, not the works that focus that eye on the status quo.
November 17, 2025 at 1:16 PM
My dad's two favorite college teams are Michigan and whoever's playing Notre Dame.
November 16, 2025 at 5:15 PM
They forgot a "(self-descrined)" in that job description.
November 9, 2025 at 6:35 PM
... shoulder and was prone to making bad decisions. Also, the DM let me get away with having a flying surfboard (reskinned broom of flying). Just a delight of a character to play on every level.
November 6, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Sasha, my bladesinger wizard from a Light of Xaryxis campaign my friend ran. Her concept was a cross between a hot-shot fighter pilot (gotta be a spellcaster to spelljam) and a classic romantic swashbuckler. Also, she had just been forced to resign her commission so she had a huge chip on her...
November 6, 2025 at 12:17 AM
This would be perfect for my idea for a punk rock paladin. Their halberd has "This Machine Smites Fascists" etched on the blade.
November 6, 2025 at 12:00 AM