An excerpt from a Pragmata item description reading "Functionality: zero. Obsession with hanging out: maximum."
Many of you.
An excerpt from a Pragmata item description reading "Functionality: zero. Obsession with hanging out: maximum."
Many of you.
I keep thinking about sending Pragmata back in time to show 7th gen gamers like giving a medieval peasant the dorito.
One end of a wooden foot bridge surrounded by dense woodland foliage.
Another angle of the same bridge showing its full length with a generous bowing.
A closer shot of the deck of the bridge, the sag very apparent.
A close-up of where two sections of the hand rail presumably used to meet but are now pulling apart due to the progressive sagging of the bridge. The pointed ends of two nails hang in the air where they had been used to toenail two is the boards together before they were pulled apart.
About three miles into the trail I came across this bridge over Honey Creek. After I'd crossed it on the way back I realized that its current shape was not its original configuration. Still not sure whether the sag was intentionally designed for or not.
Comic. I’m at my desk, leaning over to the doorway, saying “Hey! Foghorn! Foghorn Leghorn! Get in here!” Foghorn Leghorn is walking past the doorway, “Boy, I tell ya, I tell ya, not so loud, boy. What, I say, I say, what d’ya want?” Next panel, I’m gesturing to my computer. “How do I find that really good manga you recommended? It’s an anime now? I keep getting Halloween costumes.” Foghorn leans over my chair, “well, boy, I say, I say, you ain’t typin the entire title.” Last panel, I turn around- “you said ‘witch hat.’ Foghorn gets in my face- “open your ears, boy!! ‘Witch Hat Atelier, I tell ya! I tell ya ‘Atelier,’ I tell ya’”
How I’ve Been Pronouncing It (Feat. Foghorn Leghorn, my… roommate?)
Oh, god, that episode. "May I suggest that you two gentlemen take your 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 elsewhere?"
For what? They just unlocked some arbitrarily paywalled account features for a week. The didn't actually do anything bad to me, it's just pretty pathetic.
So offering to sell it didn't work. Offering free trials didn't work. So now you're just forcing nitro on me without my solicitation or consent in the hopes I'll realize I really did want it after all.
Stay classy, Discord.
What's up, Monika?
Big Think Dimension is live!
twitch.tv/gigaboots
Vibe coding.
Youtube videos with titles like "Too tired to cook? Try making this!" and then it's just them cooking an entire multi-step dish.
Shut the fuck up and eat my entire ass. How's that for a quick and easy meal? You either don't know what "too tired" actually feels like, or don't know what "cook" means.
Ah, that sounds right enough to satisfy me.
Simple googling yielded nothing definitive, so I need recipe snobs to weigh in for me.
Is it still pico de gallo if I add corn and black beans?
A screenshot of the anime Farming Life in Another World. It's an aerial view of an orderly community centered around an enormous deciduous tree. The subtitles read "The Great Tree Village is filled with women."
That's it. That's the whole show.
Perplexed and excited this got a second season.
I once at shit on a slick boulder and fell ass-first into the Chattahoochee, but I still think of rivers more as a thing you see in fantasy stories than actual normal geological features.
Seriously. I grew up on the shores of several bayous, played in the Gulf of Mexico, and have traversed innumerable creeks, brooks, and rivulets in my time.
There's just something about the scale and shape of a river that feels unnatural to me.
Rivers are weird.
Damn. That is potent.
OP of the season?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBuU...
Happy Tax Day, New York. We’re taxing the rich.
New York mayor Zohran Mamdani announcing "Well, today, we're taxing the rich."
Me when I fucking get you.
It functions identically to both a human penis and a jalapeño. You have to check if the person you're sharing it with is ok with ingesting the seed.
After years of failed experiments attempting to genetically splice produce and mammalian genitalia, I have finally created my masterpiece: The Jalapeñis. My ultimate goal was the proverbial spicing up of my marriage via extremely literal methods.
It has not been well received by the target audience.
Please god. I want a dozen generations to have access to footage of him leaning over, clutching his side, and shitting himself to death live on stage and broadcast worldwide.
Do you draw the line between a chip and a crumb based on a ratio compared to the average whole chip or a universal size cut-off?
Yeah, this guy gets it.
Every time I put my phone down I think, "Wouldn't it be great if when I picked it back up there'd be a hundred notifications about him being dead?"