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on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand

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One of you mfers has got to have heard of Midnight Burger. This cannot be an actually niche nerd thing.

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The longer I exist as a loudly proudly gay man the more I think that cishet men aren't actually attracted to women.

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I need more people to listen to Midnight Burger

This isn't a "podcasts are the superior form of media" thing, it's a "this is the clearest and most nuanced philosophical discussion of third spaces and their necessity" thing

Midnight Burger is this time traveling, dimension hopping, space traveling burger joint/diner run by a neurotic dad, a Hispanic woman who used to run a taco truck that got shut down because of the pandemic and just loves people, an ex-space pirate genius engineer, a snarky physicist, and two Arkansan baptist ministers from the 30's who exist in an antique radio.

Every single episode is just one more discussion of the need for third spaces and the power of community mixed in with jokes and humor. There's an episode discussing the ethics of having sex with aliens and another where they kill John Wilkes Booth! And both things aren't even the main points of their episode!

I just really need more people to talk about this with

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This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

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I feel like in the rush of “throw out etiquette who cares what fork you use or who gets introduced first” we actually lost a lot of social scripts that the younger generations are floundering without.

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rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk

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To Explain the Glorious 25th of May

For those of my followers who are confused, here’s a brief explanation.

In the Discworld book Night Watch, the 25th of May is the anniversary of the Revolution of Treacle Mine Road, otherwise known as the Glorious 25th of May. This was a relatively minor skirmish in the city’s great history, a struggle for power, a liberation that removed a madman from the throne to replace him with a different madman. But it was the city fighting back against oppression and cruelty and torture.

And in the fighting seven men died. Seven graves in the cemetery. And those who were there wear the lilac to remember them.

Discworld fans use this date as a convenient date to honour Sir Terry Pratchett and to remember his work.

Because there truly are no books like them. They are so amazing, with Pratchett having an amazing insight into fantasy, as well as the depths of the human condition.

Night Watch especially shows this. It’s dark, it’s funny, it’s grim, it’s silly. It’s a book about inevitably, it’s a book about change. It’s terrifying, it’s bleak, it’s hopeful, it’s warm! It’s about a man reliving the worst days of his past, but he still strives to protect those he knows are lost. Because they’re not lost yet. They’re in front of him and he does the job in front of him.

Where, as civilians riot against the cruelty of the law, a man defends his watch house by sitting out front with a cup of lukewarm cocoa in one hand and a cigar in the other, telling the rioters he’s on break.

A book where a man must mentor his own child self. A book where he must walk his own past through the horrors he witnessed.

Where he gets so close to changing fate, before fate spins round with a haymaker.

And it’s also a book where the chant of the revolution is “Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, and a Hardboiled Egg.”

Where there is an old soldiers song about angels sticking their arses in the air, that just might make you weep.

We love you, Sir Terry Pratchett.

How do they rise up?

GNU Sir Pterry.

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fuck terry pulling no punches in this one

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Every time I give in to despair I read a Pratchett book. Well, when one is available near me.

Because those books are full of anger at the world and the state it's in. Real, actual, barely-concealed beneath clever puns anger. It's a rage, not the pretty "i'm mad" calligraphied in the page in white ink. It's something like "I'm angry and you should be, too" scribbled in red ink over the pages.

But these books are so kind. So hopeful. And it's not mindless kindness, either. It's not "I'm kind until it's not easy or convenient to be anymore". It's actual kindness from people who are angry but turn that into fierce, deliberate, stubborn kindness. And of course you can despair but you can also turn it into anger and then the kind of fierce kindness that you can change the world with.

These books were so important for me growing up, still are. I literally wouldn't be the same person without them. And I reread Night Watch today, as one does, and the terrible fairness of Sam Vimes struck me. The world is a terrible, unfair place, he said, and I'm not participating in that. I'm not adding misery to it. I'm gonna be fair and I'm gonna be good if it kills me. (the same goes, of course, with Granny. It's about choosing to be good. It's about being good if it kills you. It's about desperately hoping and never letting go)

Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably-Priced Love and a Hard-Boiled Egg. And by gods if we aren't going to fight to get it.

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I need more people to listen to Midnight Burger

This isn't a "podcasts are the superior form of media" thing, it's a "this is the clearest and most nuanced philosophical discussion of third spaces and their necessity" thing

Midnight Burger is this time traveling, dimension hopping, space traveling burger joint/diner run by a neurotic dad, a Hispanic woman who used to run a taco truck that got shut down because of the pandemic and just loves people, an ex-space pirate genius engineer, a snarky physicist, and two Arkansan baptist ministers from the 30's who exist in an antique radio.

Every single episode is just one more discussion of the need for third spaces and the power of community mixed in with jokes and humor. There's an episode discussing the ethics of having sex with aliens and another where they kill John Wilkes Booth! And both things aren't even the main points of their episode!

I just really need more people to talk about this with

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pratchett is such an insanely good writer like it still floors me sometimes how good he was at putting together a book. you read the phrase "you do the job that's in front of you" one million times in night watch and sometimes it's about vimes stepping into his mentor's role in history and sometimes it's about cops who keep their heads down when bad things happen to people and sometimes it's about clearing off your own gravestone every year and sometimes it's just about surviving the barricades and the phrase picks up steam and meaning every single time until you get to the end. the revolution was always going to happen and the lilac was always going to bloom. they did the job they didn't have to do and they died for it🪻🥚

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"How dare you? How dare you? At this time! In this place! They did the job they didn't have to do, and they died doing it, and you can't give them anything. Do you understand? They fought for those who'd been abandoned, they fought for one another, and they were betrayed. Men like them always are. What good would a statue be? It'd just inspire new fools to believe they're going to be heroes. They wouldn't want that. Just let them be. Forever."

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Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably-priced love! And a hard-boiled fried egg!

(Bast and I got thematically appropriate nails today. <3)