

Did you take a picture of this emergent art for future generations to appreciate?
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Did you take a picture of this emergent art for future generations to appreciate?
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Aw, I’m sorry. I get nauseous and weird prickly skin along with sweating almost literal buckets when it’s too warm, so I guess I do feel you on a conceptual level, at least, even if it’s the reverse for me.


Most cups on tv are empty unless the beverage is important to the scene.
Elation (not pictured).
Fuck the heat, I don’t understand the lizard-blooded people that hate winter.


Hard to say. I’m bi and I had an undercover boyfriend when I was 12 or 13. Although neither of us really called it that it, it’s pretty clear that’s what it was in restrospect. Then growing up in the environment that I did, I stayed closeted until I was in my 30s and married.
Somehow even though I didn’t admit it to myself for most of that time, it still didn’t keep me from enjoying guys in porn, so IDK what kind of cognitive dissonance I had going there.
I’m no scientician, but wouldn’t mutation mean that the possible number of gene combinations is constantly growing? And maybe even making previously non-viable permutations viable, which seems like it would really fuck with the math?


Huniepop is a porn game with the barest of stories between the titties, juvenile humor, and honestly the porn itself is just so-so. This is all wrapped around what is admittedly a pretty good match 3 puzzle game, but the soundtrack! For chill atmospheric music, that shit is fucking incredible.
At least it’s not cantaloupe. Fuckin gross musky bitch-melon, that is.


Reminds me of this SNL Weekend Update bit:
I can hear Smash Mouth’s Come On, Come On.


Have you ever seen that meme where people write increasingly eldritch lyrics to Jolene?
Someone recorded a version like that: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj_Q6VhX6l8


Good god, the amount of both dairy and booze Santa is consuming in one night is a terrifying combo. The fumes on Boxing Day must be enough to knock out one of the reindeer at 50 paces.


Well, it’s not Constantinople.
I’ve never been sure what the exact distinction is between disco and funk, nor which side it falls on, but I love Walter Murphy’s “A Fifth of Beethoven”.


If Sugar Rush looked as good as it does in Wreck-It Ralph, I think it’d be a fantastic kart racer.
Also Roy from Rick and Morty. Holy shit, a game that could compress time would be fucking insane, even as mundane as it is.


Bot’s broken.
One of my cats has a high voice and has learned to do perfect attention-seeking sad meows when she wants attention and is too lazy to find me, and sings a loud frantic song to motivate me as I prepare food.
The other one purrs with the depth and volume of a large diesel engine, but mostly only lets out her low raspy meow to complain, which could be anything from “open the window” to “why did you stop petting me for .5 seconds?”
If I were casting voices for them in some type of Homeward Bound-type movie, they’d be Mila Kunis and Jennifer Tilly respectively.
Trying to unstick my fingers when I’m done:

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