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What I don't like about Stardew Valley: - Do we really need another cozy small town USA story? - I'm playing as a generic petty bourgeois private property owner again, ugh

I want a game that uses Stardew Valley's insanely well crafted farming system and wonderful gameplay...

...but it's about a young party cadre trying to improve the harvests on a collectivized farming commune in China soon after the victory of the Communists over the reactionary Guomindang

Has anyone else noticed that the outgroup is weird as fuck while the ingroup is normal and chill

when I was a kid I thought the weather guy on TV controlled the weather and he was just telling us what he was gonna do for the next few days. when he said "30% chance of rain Thursday" I thought he was just guessing how likely it was he'd wake up in a rain mood that morning

I feel like I need to explain. there was a whole internal logic here. there was fucking worldbuilding. I knew there were different weather people on the news in different places and I thought each one was the weather decider for their local area. I knew the word "meteorologist" and thought it was a scientist who had expertise in weather control technology. I never questioned why there was bad weather sometimes because "bad weather" was subjective, after all, I liked cloudy days and snow. and the plants need rain, right? so I figured the weather guy probably had regular meetings with local farmers and gardeners to make sure the amount of precipitation and sunlight we were getting was working out for the crops. I never spoke about this to anyone, because I thought everyone knew. at some point my parents had said "this guy on TV tells us what kind of weather we're going to have" and I misunderstood exactly one fundamental point and built out an enormous set of logical conclusions from there. this lasted from like age 3 to age 6 btw

"i have the right of way" was a form of protective charm uttered by urban travellers in the early 21st century. They believed this phrase acted as a ward against danger and injury, invoking the divine spirit of 'Traffic Law', one of their primary deities.

So long as the rat sized horses still have the legendary highly breakable legs of normal horses you could eliminate all 100 with a single sweep of a jump rope.

Compelling. Evocative. I can't shake the notion this is an item on the finite list of things which get you instantly locked out of heaven.

Come at me bro. I grew up AFAB in the 90s. We got this!

No rat-sized horses will make it near me!

Peter at the Pearly Gates in the cold predawn sips his bitter coffee and reads your list of sins, expressionless. He overlooks everything until he hits page 37 and he pauses, abruptly, and looks at you. Neither of you say it but you know. You both know.

its really telling where you learned about lapis lazuli. put yours in the tags

the r/curatedtumblr -> tumblr migration is so funny to me. it's like going to the zoo and enjoying it so much you climb into the enclosure to live with the monkeys

this reply evokes such an incredible image in the mind’s eye

sisters

ah... your secret technique... in normal circumstances, such a bullet would have no effect on me, but you certainly knew that, my rival... and so, cleverly, you accelerated it with a gun

Friendly reminder that Popeye is bigender, because their gender is "amphibious".

And when the official Popeye Twitter account was asked what Popeye's pronouns were, Popeye answered:

Popeye is a non-binary icon, and that's a fact.

Who knew Popeye was one of us and didn't bother to fucking tell me

Who knew Popeye was

one of us and didn’t bother

to fucking tell me

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I think the first step towards the life you want is often to just say yes to more things. Accept that coffee invitation from your coworker even if it seems awkward. Sign up for that free class at the library that you're not sure you'll like. Join that club. Book that tour. Say yes to as many things as you can and kill the part of your brain that gut-reacts with a no.

Over the last couple years I adopted an informal policy of "If my reason for saying no is 'eh, that sounds like effort and what if I don't like it' then I should probably say yes."

It's been pretty great, is the outcome. I do weekend tennis with people, and bike riding with them and sometimes brewery visits and poker one time. I did a dodgeball league, and a pickleball league. I was going to a boardgame group for a period of time. I went skiing. I've been to a lot of concerts, and cool restaurants, I've seen old movies that weren't good but now I know about them. And I know so many people because when you go to things you meet friends-of-friends and if you say yes to cool things they're doing then you meet their friends-of-friends. People like it when you say yes to their invitations and come with your best self to see what they've put together.

And I've done a number of things which, in the end, I wasn't actually interested in and did not keep doing. But I can't really think of any things that I regret having tried.

I also want to add that usually I'm the sort of person who needs a 48-hour heads up for any change of plans, and like an additional 72 to process any invitation to something new.

So this is in fact about overriding that reaction. And sometimes overriding it hard.

And it's not a "yes" to everything. It's just trying to live with "yes" as the default answer.

my roommate and i's cat, Lou, unfortunately passed away yesterday. vets and friends referred to him as "brombeer" (grouch, literally "grumble-bear") and "pittig" (spicy). he was a fiercely independent cat but when picked up would instantly start purring like a little motor; in the morning, he would greet us with the friendliest little meows. he was 11 years old, of which i knew him for 9. he brought chaos and joy into our lives and we will miss him very dearly. he will be loved forever