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Has anyone edited Giygas into the swirly Balatro start screen yet?

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Honestly the more annoying part of all this is that my woad seedlings got obliterated bc they were sitting near the downspout. Those took a while to germinate.

I was pondering starting a new batch anyway because they had gotten kind of stunted and sad but it still sucks to lose them.

5-minute storm downpour fucked up my rain-barrel downspout apparatus.

Well technically I fucked up my rain-barrel downspout apparatus trying to fix the minor damage the storm did and keep my patio from flooding so

Whatever

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Yeah, the doctors ran some blood work and discovered I was actually the Thing all along. No, I don't know if my insurance will cover it

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some old mononoke fanart… i still quite like the background :)

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence started when three friends banded together to dress as nuns and recite a loving and forgiving liturgy to drive homophobic evangelists off of Castro Street in San Francisco. It worked. The organization quickly expanded as an advocacy group for gay rights.

When asked why they are dressed as nuns, the answer was, "We do all that traditional nuns have done for centuries. Our look might be unique, but our ministry is common. We serve our community. We have raised lots of money for AIDS and other social causes. We visit the sick, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and sometimes disrobe the clothed! We are 21st Century queer nuns."

The Sisters primarily made a name for themselves through their AIDS activism. In 1982, The Sisters published Play Fair! which was the first humorous and easy-to-understand sexual health and safety pamphlet specifically intended for gay men.

The Sisters also used their presence to shame homophobic public figures, performing "exorcisms" on Phyllis Schlaffey, Jerry Fallwell, and Pope John Paul II, as well as on the steps of the U.S. House of Representatives.

In 2023, The Los Angeles Dodgers caused a huge controversy by selecting the Sisters to receive a "community hero award" on their Pride Night game (again, the Sisters are a legendary charity group that has literally saved lives), but then they gave in to right-wing pressure and cancelled it. Eventually, they realized how badly they had fucked up and re-invited the Sisters to their game.

The sisters remain active today with many chapters across the U.S. and Canada. Membership is open to all genders and sexualities.

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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Digital drawing - My hunter

Due to a bug, it was not possible to catch the Gold Crown size Escunite and Grand Escunite, but an update has fixed that.

I was now finally able to collect all of Gold Crown size fish.

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Happy birthday Paul McCartney

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Hold on...

There. Is this anything?

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THE ENTIRE WEST IS BEING PUT UP FOR SALE AND I AM BEGGING YOU TO CALL YOUR SENATORS

Trump’s budget bill has many, many things in it, but buried amongst it is the MILLIONS OF ACRES OF PUBLIC LAND FOR SALE.

This is the entirety of the Arizona state forests, the entire Cascades mountain range. Swathes of pristine desert around the national parks in Utah. On the doorstep of Jackson Hole.

THIS BILL IS BIG, BUT IT CAN BE AMENDED AND ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT PASS AS IS please.

If you have ever enjoyed the wilderness, we stand to lose it all forever.

CALLING your senators - NOT JUST IN THE WEST. ALL SENATORS, is CRUCIAL.

Outdoor alliance has a great resource for reaching out.

I don’t have a huge following but please, everywhere I have ever loved, the forests I grew up playing in, the land I got married on, is all at risk and I am begging.

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5-minute storm downpour fucked up my rain-barrel downspout apparatus.

Well technically I fucked up my rain-barrel downspout apparatus trying to fix the minor damage the storm did and keep my patio from flooding so

Whatever

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An offhand observation. I browse Tumblr on mobile a fair bit so I get a lot of recommended communities (which I have filtered out on desktop). Today I saw a post from a community apologizing for the flood of porn bots.

This in itself is not odd, we know how Tumblr is. What did strike me as odd was that I had been recommended many posts from this community before… and none of them were porn bot posts.

Which leads me to wonder how this shook out. It’s entirely possible that by the time whatever algo gets around to selecting a post for me that the porn has been reported and removed. But I also can’t help but wonder if there’s some meta or mechanism that ensures those posts do not get recommended, and are solely to harass community members. Sort of assuming malice over convenient timing I suppose.

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actually last post is similar to how ppl will go "yeah white americans don't really have any culture" in an allegedly self aware way that actually just screams "unable to conceptualise the culture they live in as anything other than the neutral default".

"Yeah i guess we don't really have any strong culture" and then they'll talk about homecoming as if you're supposed to know what that means (except you do because of how dominant their cultural export is)

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man, The Character really strikes me as someone who would struggle with Same Problems I Have, for no apparent reason

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Time for the annual-ish 'gather all my loose change and pray it's an amount worth depositing at the bank'... thing!

This year's total clocks in around ~$40, mostly loonies and toonies which were saved on purpose for debt settling/bus fare purposes.

Not bad.

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Happy middle of pride month

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Be honest, are you a bad person in any kind of way? I've been finding out about gross stuff that a bunch of blogs I really liked did and I feel icky :(

yeah in most ways. Good luck out there