If you live close enough to one of the poles there are two times a year where it is annoyingly cold in the morning and slovenly warm in the afternoon. A half-n-half strat of shorts and long sleeve especially if being active is ideal.

Sorry if this rambled a bit, I hit the bowl as soon as I got home from work.

Still have Keiko trapped in the transporter buffer, I see.

…

Riding through the village, Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Elminster,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. 

Grandma got run over by a dragon
Walking home from the tavern, Christmas Eve.
(On her way home)
You can say there's no such thing as Elminster,
(Say there's no Elminster)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe) 

She'd been drinkin' too much ale,
And we'd begged her not to roam.
But she'd left her sword behind,
So she stumbled out into the snow. 

Grandma got run over by a dragon
Walking home from the tavern, Christmas Eve.
(On her way home)
You can say there's no such thing as Elminster,
(Say there's no Elminster)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe) 


Now we're all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' the dice roll,
Drinkin' ale and singin' with the halfling fell. 

It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the villagers are in shock.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we bury her treasure or give it to the clerk? 

Grandma got run over by a dragon
Walking home from the tavern, Christmas Eve.
(Midnight before Christmas)
You can say there's no such thing as Elminster,
(Say there's no Elminster)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe) 

Now the feast is on the table
And the meat pies made of turkey.
And a red and golden candle
That would have just matched the hair in grandma's curly wig. 

I've warned all my friends and comrades.
"Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a dragon that breathes fire and smokes with elves." 

Grandma got run over by a dragon
Walking home from the tavern, Christmas Eve.
(Minding her own business)
You can say there's no such thing as Elminster,
(What do you mean there's no Elminster?)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe) 

Oh, As for me and Grandpa, we believe! 

And that’s how I know you’re an oglaf connoisseur.

HOLD ON I NEED PUT ON MY PUSSY PACK.

U wot

Something something prostate/spot and gag reflex

“Won’t somebody [redacted] of this [redacted] p[olitician]?” unfortunately seems like our only escape hatch. I wish the two time travelers had better success in their missions. I am not confident the future resistance has enough resources to send a third, but one can hope.

Stop v Wanking < November ^ Embargo >

And that memed britsh Australian dude bitching to the cops very loudly in a “how dare you sir!” ridiculous voice.

Don’t sell yourself short. That’s an impressive, useful skill set. Not everyone could acquire the same skills you have just by watching. And not everyone can muster the motivation and confidence to even attempt new things. And then there is the aspect that you chose to take advantage of the expertise around you. On the other end of the spectrum, you could have ended up like me with a completely shit character build where I dumped most of my stat points into being a nerd long before I knew how the game was played. Being a walking wikipedia and chatgpt-level bullshitter is quickly being obsoleted. But it will be decades before we have robots that will fix your shitter.

The good people admit that. The bad people don’t. And the Dunning-Kruger people will confidently tell you they do know what they are doing.

That point is when you run out of fucks. The world and all its shitty people are exhausting. You are pushed and pulled in 15 different directions. Eventually, the energy to deal with all of it depletes and you start prioritizing. Less and less actually matters. Eventually, nothing matters any more when you crawl into your grave. Did the problem get solved? Meh.

Computers to the rescue. AI succinctification:

Here’s a distilled version of the article:

Russian Psyops: Poisoning Online Communities

Russia has developed an effective online tactics game, using cheap and widespread methods to manipulate public opinion and sow discord. Their goal is to create an environment where no online space feels safe or trustworthy.

Tactics:

• Creating fake accounts to spread false information and ignite conflicts
• Targeting sensitive topics like race, politics, and hobbies to exploit emotions and provoke reactions
• Posting “clueless” comments to elicit responses from genuine users, then fueling the resulting flame wars
• Playing both sides by promoting opposing views with a mix of truth and disinformation

Consequences:

• Fracturing English-speaking communities and eroding trust online
• Normalizing toxic behavior and making it seem like “just how things are”
• Disrupting healthy discussions and debates, creating an atmosphere of hopelessness and cynicism

The Threat:

Russia’s online psyops campaign is a real and significant threat to global democracy and community cohesion. By recognizing this threat and taking steps to mitigate its effects, we can work towards preserving the integrity and safety of online spaces.

Shoulda let Sherman continue his march and torch the whole thing down. Reconstruction was a mistake.

I’ll take Things I also Regret for $400.

Uh, ACKUALLY, these should be called GNU/Linux because without the Global Nutrition United’s packaging, these cookies would impossible to ship on there own

No, just a sociopath decided to fuck with this one person’s life.

IT’S NOT A PUUUUUMAAAAHHH

Did someone say joint?