"The bird with four (mating) sexes."
In Zonotrichia albicollis, tan-striped males seek out white-striped females, while white-striped males court tan-striped females.
Morphs are behaviorally "masculine" & "feminine", separate from gonadal sex.
(🧑🎨: Rebecca Gelernter, @nearbirdstudios.bsky.social )
It’s inaccurate to say Mario is brave and Luigi is cowardly
Luigi is afraid of death, so he runs away from danger. Mario is afraid of living, so he runs towards death. Both brothers are cowards in their own way
Ooo that's a fun adaptation of the Battle
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there's two types of calvin record player meme: trivial distinction, and delusional overfitting. in spite of appearing trivial, this post is actually
Fucking do it then!
pick two: kid at home, unprocessed grief, passively suicidal, squeamish, legacy to live up to moves: ask someone to step outside group action: three two one lift
i have now watched two episodes of the pitt & i think i'll just stop here because i've already got enough to make a GMless game that perfectly simulates it
(It was, of course, the forest itself, Dame Pine, who had grown melancholic living among the beautiful statues that fibrated with that strange human knowledge of the shortness of time.)
During this month's Under Hollow Hill, magic whisked away the circus to the sculpture garden within a forest. There, the crew met others, lost like them but eerily similar in struggles—those chased by nightmares, loners dreaming, and lovers reborn. Who cast them in this strange play, and why?
Well that's going on my bucket list.
Yes, you can play a cock in this game, but once you see Barf, you'll forget all about that
I've been enjoying editing this season's @diceexploder.com and am considering taking on more audio work. Feel free to reach out if you need someone for editing and such 👋
Michael fucking Clayton
Right! Thanks for hand delivering it (again).
Going a little crazy. I read a blog not too long ago that drew on Susan Sontag's Against Interpretation to criticise catalogueing lore and content above engaging media—I think it was games or even rpgs?!—in more personal ways. Does anyone know what the hell I'm talking about?
Your power-chords and gothic face-coverings are so early 2020s! It's now all about large papier mache noses and microtones.
crude illustration of a podium. on first place we have the dutch railway company logo, on second place we have the swiss one and on third place is the british one
had the sudden urge to rank european railway logos with double arrows. the dutch one is simply perfect...
The thing about smartphones is that they do legitimately save a bunch of time, eliminate a bunch of chores, and remove a bunch of friction. But we live in a society that is incapable of translating those gains into additional leisure time.
Spun up a new Blades '68 game: Militants with an old type-setting print shop as a front, looking to right the wrongs of the Imperial Military and the Ink Lane Tabloids. So far we have a Time-Travelling Severosi Whisper, an Akorosi Veteran, and a Tycherosi Operative working for Blackthorn Park.
What should our Blades '68 crew be called? We're Crowsfoot Militants with a small newspaper as a front bent on sabotaging the Imperial Military.
Happy Easter
I don't want to know the identity of Angine or Poitrine, but I do want to know where they hide their mics
Angine de Poitrine might be what you get when you cross clowns with mimes and raise the bastards in a garage recording studio
If y'all are enjoying polkadotted microtone duo Angine de Poitrine, you're going to have a field day with Horse Lords: horselords.bandcamp.com/album/as-it-...
I know the tweet is Al generated when they use " ," before and.
“I will NOT sacrifice the Oxford comma. We've made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They assimilate the em dash and we fall back. They capture ‘not just X but y’ and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far, no further!”
with woodcock mania sweeping the nation it feels like the right time to post this New Yorker reject that, in hindsight, was way too specific
