I know where I came from—but where did all you zombies come from?

So… Pee-wee Herman was a dragon?

I can see the arguments against the concept of evil races. It’s intimately linked with real-world racism about “wrong” groups that “deserve” to be colonized or genocided. Writing the fictional world as being populated by distinct groups that have conflicting cultural motivations is more interesting than “this group is bad because they are bad.”

But… what about demons/devils?

Marcus Miles has entered the chat.

It’s like a Wimmelbilder of deeply troubling / embarrassing / weird shit. It feels like there should be extra special finds hidden in the details, like a copy of Mein Kampf or a gold statue of Trump holding a smaller gold statue of Trump.

Rename the ballroom to whatever, but name the restrooms the “Donald J. Trump Shit and Piss Closets”

I never have had to do one of these, and I promise I’m not deliberately trying to ask stupid questions. Would this system be fooled by holding up a mannequin head?

Hold up a photo of any random schmoe?

Tiamattaboy/girl/'nother.

Oglaf, Dimorphism

I haven’t used AeroPress, but I appreciate that the French press is equally useful for making both hot and cold brew coffee. Mine is all-metal and you could just about beat someone to death with it.

Electric kettle.

Bone conduction headphones.

Rechargeable head lamp.

Nice EDC knife.

Driving gloves.

A really good insulated cup.

French press.

Digital kitchen scale.

Slow cooker.

I made the “mistake” of heavily investing in real estate in Fable 3, so when the time came to choose between “Fund the army to defend against the dark lord” or “Bankrupt the orphanage” I just paid for the whole thing out of pocket and broke the moral dilemma. Oops, I guess?

Conan the Barbarian (1982) has no right to be as good as it is. On paper, it’s a dumb sword and sorcery flick with a body builder who could barely speak English in the lead. But everyone involved does an incredible job, from the acting to the directing, to the score. It’s a crime that Destroyer trashed up the formula, and we never got Conan the King.

Wasn’t early D&D played with three D6s, because D20s weren’t easily available at the time, and so rolling three sixes would be the equivalent of a natural 20?

I could see how that might be a little alarming to a parent in 1974.

Big John Constantine energy.

Fans of The The in absolute shambles.

If it’s going to have some kind of inventory system… figure out a way to prevent players from hoarding high-value items until the end of the game, at which point they are either meaningless because you’re so leveled up, or else you can trivially defeat the final boss by spamming all the holy hand grenades you’ve been socking away.

Starship Troopers isn’t a smart movie pretending to be a dumb movie, it’s a moderately intelligent movie with pretensions of being a smart movie pretending to be a dumb movie.

Robocop, on the other hand, is a masterpiece.

The flak canon was a ton of fun, but I have a special fondness for the slime gun. Primary fire leaving a bunch of slime balls around was hilarious, as was running around with the secondary charged up, just hoping to run face first into someone and fire it at point-blank range, killing you both. Strategic or tactically sound? No. But hilarious.