feeling stupid as hell because I somehow only just now realized that the companion cube is to chel what chel is to glados. like as far as being an object, a research tool, something towards which an emotional attachment is ridiculous but also inevitable. something that you know you'll have to throw in the incinerator later and which never says a word to you, and yet you can't help yourself from falling in a strange kind of love. damn this game gay
OH SHIT ITS ACE AWARENESS WEEK!!
(meme made by @7-crows-in-a-trench-coat)
Ths bishop’s twitter post
Once again the greedy assholes have stuck "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" on Apple+.
This cartoon has been a Halloween tradition of mine since it first aired in 1966 on network TV. For decades kids enjoyed this for free.
So it infuriates me that now the only people who can see it have to pay for streaming or the DVD. I can't even afford streaming.
So here it is, the whole thing. Feel free to reblog, download and/or share.
in HEMA (aka historical european fencing), much of the sport is done with fencing masks on, so identifying your clubmates during sparring or tourneys is just based on gear. you know, what color their jacket and pants are, what patches they have on it, how is their mask painted. If someone borrows someone else's jacket it's legitimately jarring, like having someone with an entirely different body type and way of moving stealing your friend's face.
Once i read about historical fishermen in the north sea and how they each had a specific hat pattern that their buddies would use to identity them while they were bundled up. It was so much part of their identity that they were often buried wearing those hats. The gear is like your name, a visual identifier of YOU when you do not have a face.
anyway, back when I was buying gear i got my pants in ELECTRIC blue. I figured i was gonna get a black or grey jacket. but HEMA gear is kind of expensive because it's all custom- or handmade, so instead of spending $400 on a new jacket I picked up one secondhand for like 20. Except the only jacket that fit me was bright, SCARLET red. And I already had my expensive, new, custom, BLUE pants. I look like a damn rocket pop or like, a mixed Icee. I was like, shit! I should switch my jacket before i become the rocket pop guy!!!
Long story short, not only am I now the rocket pop guy, the color scheme has bled into my entire wardrobe. Every-fucking-thing I own is red and blue. I look like a french revolutionary. I look like a founding father in a school play. I have become a northern fisherman in my stripey hat. Now, even if I DO get a new jacket, I feel like I GOTTA buy it in red, yk? Otherwise they won't recognize me. Maybe I won't recognize me. I'm the rocket pop guy!!!
So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.
Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!
Drawing porn fanart of a character with small boobs and giving them big boobs feels cowardly to me. Like it's one thing if it's like a breast growth/inflation fetish but if you're just giving them giant honkers because that's how you make things sexy that comes across as lazy to me. Like what you can't figure out how to make a character sexy if she's below a DD? Skill issue.
my little brother & i are having a scholarly debate about mornings