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A lot of my favourite media isn't morally bankrupt so much as it is morally incomprehensible. It studiously adheres to the forms of media that has a moral message it wants to convey, but exactly what that message is, or to whom and under what circumstances it could conceivably apply? Now there's the trick.

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Whenever the history of video game consoles comes up on this blog, folks tend to be surprised by remarks like describing the PS2 as "sixth generation" – like, if the PS2 was already six generations deep, what the fuck did the other five look like? The idea that home video game consoles have been around since the early 1970s is unexpected to many, and I 100% encourage anybody with an interest in the medium to read up on those early consoles, not only because knowing your history is handy, but because they were often pretty fantastic aesthetically. Like, look at this thing:

This is a Magnavox Odyssey from 1972. I love the juxtaposition of sterile white plastic, faux leather texture, and artificial wood grain – it's like it can't decide whether it wants to be a Star Trek prop or a footrest. However, I personally regard 1977's Coleco Telstar Arcade as the pinnacle of the form, because... well:

Like, this is it, folks. This is what peak performance looks like.

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“Would it be alright if i kissed you, Clark?”

“...me?”

“No, the other Clark that I’m madly in love with.”

“Oh.”

“Oh my GOD, JOKING! that was a joke, Clark.”

“There’s only one you. Obviously.”

“I’m sorry. This was silly, just, pretend I didn’t—“

"It’s not silly! It really isn’t! Jeez, sometimes—”

“Heck, ALL the times, I wish I were HALF as brave as you, Lois Lane.”

“Alright. you can kiss me.”

“Could I kiss you, too?”

“Sure, Clark. I’d like that.”

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by https://twitter.com/kennnajean

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I love it when my vocabulary spreads like a disease. Sharing a lexicon with friends is normal, it’s expected. I’m getting my coworkers to say things like “cutiepie” and one time I overheard one of my middle aged managers who is usually very monotone in the way he speaks say “yaaaaaay” in the exact tone that I do.

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As with the original fascists, the core of the movement isn't the working class, it is the petit bourgeois. The economic anxiety of the small business owner and the upper middle class who either didn't take what the Nazis said about Jews, Roma, queer people, disabled people, people of color, ect or just outright agreed with them is really what pushed the Nazis over the top.

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I started listening to the cree radio station because its the only one left in my range that doesnt play alberta separatist ads now and those make me see red like some sort of bull, which is not safe while im behind the wheel of a vehicle going 110

Why haven't they told me about the cree all-purpose radio station sooner. They play everything from the 50s to today. Half of their ads and one of their shows is in cree which I do not speak a lick of but thats fine, they play banger music. They give me local news updates that arent dripping with UCP cocksucking. They tell me about things that affect a demographic I otherwise hear very little about by virtue of being a white guy in alberta.

We are holding hands. We are learning about other cultures. We are listening to 60s rock and roll and then an elder will tell us stories about his youth. I am enamored. I am in love.

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Never realised how cursed kangaroos were until last night. I'm camping and 3/4 of my tent is surrounded by bush which must've freaked out the local wildlife. Waking up in the middle of the black night to the sound of HOPPING and shuffling outside your tent then a little nose loudly sniffing right near your head is a uniquely horrifying experience. Totally forgot I was Australian for good minute and thought I was going to be taken by something from the Blair Witch Project before I remember kangaroos exist

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"came back wrong" but it's food that you heated up in the microwave

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what if instead of having a fake name for internet personal-life purposes we could have a fake name for professional work-life purposes

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it came to me in a vision

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never underestimate how cathartic it is to be an absolute little weirdo. just a straight up freak

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A rare attempt at character design completed. A beast in the form of a bronze lion who tempts alchemists with the offer of secret knowledge, but mostly flexes his status as a "powerful demon" so he can mooch off of them. A capricious and lazy creature with a heart of gold--perhaps literally?

His design is based on a combination of the alchemical green lion who devours the sun, and the Venetian lion of St. Mark. And just medieval lion art in general. His name is an archaic Venetian variant of "Angelo".

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i love this picture unironically. this artist must have had a very kind heart.

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Genies can only grant wishes that are things that an ordinary person could do, just better and faster. The jinn are the creations of a divine being, and so they are part of the divine plan and cannot defy the natural order of things; a wish granted by a jinni can’t turn the day into night or the sea into yogurt, but if you wish for a temple to be built, a jinni will build it by hand, the way men do, and have it done in a day.

If you need a wish granted that defies the natural order you gotta catch a leprechaun, because no god was involved in their creation whatsoever. They just kinda showed up one day in the nineteenth century. The Aos Sí have no idea what their deal is

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