#take lemmy for example

[delightfuldevin]

I forgot to post this very canon meme with my kids cfchgcvjghbj

[evakinnie]

Lemmie ramble for a sec...

i HATE HATEHATEHATE HAAATTTEE how characters in the offical danganronpa game react to death and dead bodies! like, in danganronpa trigger happy havoc, the third execution, a MINOR (well as far as they know) is BURNED at the STAKE, ALIVE. INFRONT OF THEM... and they just yell and cry a bit..... ARE YOU KIDDING ME! LIKE, if you someone get burned alive, someone you've known for a few weeks, how you YOU react. because id be SCREAMING, SOBBING, HAVING A FUCKING MENTAL BREAKDOWN, VOMITING. like even when someone is killed there reaction last for a sold what 7 munities (in the games time, irl like 2 or smth) then they just say 'oh welp lets investiage' BRO. BRO BRO BRO. my homobrothern. NO ONE THAT AGES, acts like THAT around a deadbody, i get if you've seen one or many before but if your like fucking sonia or aoi (just a random example) who has an ultimate nowhere RELATED to bodies, and act like THAT..... id have some questions

AND THE GREAVING PROSSESS. OMG. they only remember a character when its plot relevant, or helps a character complete an arc... likeee NO that's not how that works, everyone's gonna be affected. that's a dead person they ALL knew. like, in danganronpa goodbye despair, the MOMENT chapter two started they couldn't give to flying FUCKS about imposter or teruteru, they weren't even MENTIONED unless it was related to the plot. and with ALMOST every other death!

and i bet YOUR thinking 'but its just a game they cant do EVERYTHING-' WRONG BUZZER SOUND. lets take for an example, Tetro danganronpa pink, a NON-PROFIT, PODFIC FANGAME. (not like that's a bad thing) tackles the concept of grieving better then MULTIPUL PROFESSIONAL WRITERS!! LIKE...AUGH. i love danganronpa i really do, but once i took off the autism colored glasses and played the WAY BETTER fangames... THE MAIN SORCE SUCK OMG, no hate to anyone who likes it i just had to rant about it.

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Larry

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

Everyone's favorite little brother and general pest for plumbers! He's just a lil' rascal.

Right handed.

His love of tennis originally started as a way to stand out from his siblings, but eventually, he really enjoyed the sensation of playing.

He became a big fan of a Horse Girl animated show after the Olympics, but is super embarrassed about it and won't tell anyone because he thinks it wrecks his ‘cool guy’ image.

Red-green colorblind.

He likes painting with Bowser Jr, and he's a decent comic artist, but he's pretty shy about showing people his work, partially stemming from feeling inferior to Ludwig.

Hypoglycemic. Combine that with his age and his tennis hobby, this boy burns through glucose like a powder trail. It's also partially why he eats so much.

Very much a visual learner, as he tunes out if people tell him things without example, and gets frustrated if asked to try and do something on his own / with his hands and zero instruction.

A frighteningly good pickpocket. He once had a conversation with Bowser and managed to take off all five of his spiked cuffs in three minutes. It's only when he returned them did Bowser even realize they were gone.

He's a big fan of milkshakes, especially chocolate ones. Also a big fan of blowing his straw wrapper at his siblings before he drinks, and blowing bubbles in his drink if he's thinking.

Favorite breakfast food is waffles, with butter, syrup, chocolate chips, and fruit.

Can beatbox almost anything, and he's learning how to breakdance, too. He likes looking up tutorials and practicing in his room for both the space and privacy.

He does gaming streams in his free time, mostly online team-based games or RPGs that let you sink hours of play into useless but fulfilling sidequests. Gaming companies love him because they’ll get guaranteed sales if they offer a trial.

Has a pretty good head for directions, but only for cities. If you tell him you need to find a building from a particular place, he'll give you precise instructions on where to go. Highways and roadmaps are a completely different story.

That said, he got lost so often as a kid that Ludwig gifted him a compass, and he carries it with him constantly.

Not really a flower person, but ever since he got an anonymous bouquet of them, he's got a small appreciation for forget-me-nots.

He's a big fan of punk rock bands, and would love to attend a concert (and be a professional rockstar).

Favorite fruit is either strawberries or pears, but one of his favorite treats is caramel apples.

He’s got a leather jacket that's got a big star bedazzled on the back. It’s his prized possession because he thinks it makes him look cool (and it does, marginally).

Saw a flyer for a new DJ at the Electrodrome and applied on a whim. He got hired (much to his surprise), and greatly enjoys his work. In fact, his time learning the electronics is what inspired his light company.

Likes watching baking and cooking shows with Morton, but while Morton watches to improve and get ideas for recipes, Larry watches to yell at the contestants, because what the FUCK, Michael!!!!! Don’t put your custard on a high temperature, it!!! Is going!!!!!! To curdle!!!!!!!!!!!!

Legitimately has a very good palate for food, and can point out individual flavors where others can't. He will also visit a five-star restaurant and order chicken tenders off the kids menu.

One of his favorite things to do when he was a kid was hiding around the castle and pretending he was a spy; listening in on conversations and writing them down, coming up with codes, always carrying a walkie-talkie, the works. It started his earlier pictographic babble, and what lead him to being such a sneakster later on.

Can and will cheat outrageously at any card, board, dice, or wheel game. Not at video games, though. Those are sacred. That and laser tag.

Looooves chocolate, especially fudge. Do not let him get anywhere near fudge.

He was a shark kid growing up. He dreamed of visiting the aquarium for his birthday, and when he finally got to do so, came home with an armload of various shark plushies and memorabilia.

A big fan of giving and receiving nicknames. Bowser once called him ‘blueberry’ and he cried about it for like seven minutes.

He’s got an admiration for Princess Daisy, for both her fearless attitude and tennis skills.

Favorite candy is gummy worms, but is really fond of sour stuff, too, along with super sugary energy drinks.

Loves sci-fi books / comics and mecha anime with Iggy, but personally loves the adventure genre with pirates and treasure hunters and wild westerns.

Has a private stash of snacks he keeps hidden in rotation for both late night munchies and keeping away from his siblings.

Genuinely likes cooking, but baking feels too precise for him. That said, he's more then happy to taste the end results of both.

Likes going skating with Wendy and Lemmy. He keeps trying complicated moves and keeps running into the walls.

Runs a recipe blog that doubles as a restaurant critique and rating site. It's gotten surprisingly popular.

[rippleclan]

I'm curious: how do you convert clan gen prompts into the events within RippleClan? I imagine things like kits and scars are easy, but what about like what happened to Carnationspeckle? Was she lost in game from a two leg event but you switched it to the Witch Hunters? Or did you make it up entirely for the story?

I have a clan in the works I want to turn into an art/writing Clan Gen blog but I'm worried I'll never be able to come up with anything haha

Okay, I’ll dive into Carnationspeckle as a starting example.

Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle went on a hunting patrol in Moon 55. They went to the human settlement to hunt and returned successfully. I wrote this down in my notes and noted that I could loop it in with the Witch Hunters.

When the time came to write the scene, I realized it would be more exciting if I held Carnationspeckle hostage, so I did just that and sent her home in Moon 57 after I ran a border patrol with Weedfoot and the others seen in the event.

The big thing with playing Clangen is looking at what the game gives you and deciding how to build from there. I take extensive notes when I play through a moon, noting down potential plot points and my personal elaboration on canon events. This is where the idea of Lemmy and the Witch Hunters came from! Mosspounce kept meeting a kittypet/rogue by the border, and eventually Lemmy was born!

The key to Clangen stories is noting down recurring elements. Are there a few characters you like to focus on, or that have had a lot happen to them lately? Is there a random relationship note you want to build on?

[lemmylemons]

I asked the AI what did it think about the future of tekken 8 will be, if will be bright or will tekken 8 will kill the franchise and i gotta say it's kinda on point? 🤣 Tekken 7 kinda started the same way, the game had a rough start too and it ended up doing okay. It just needs some time to adjust and balance some stuff. It might take some point but it will get there eventually and the game will end up doing alright in it's run.

Tekken also did okay in sales during the last official announcement. From what they've shown us it reached 3 million sold copies! which means it's selling fast for it's first year! that's amazing concidering the game unlike Street Fighter 5 for example isn't as many consoles. I think it's doing alright for a year 1

What do you think about all this Lemmy?

its doing well in sales I think. but idk, I don't think it will kill the franchise, we already had 6, it certainly screwed something up but obviously Tekken is still thriving! I think they need to balance out the story a bit more, we need more content than just DLC, the free short story was great and I personally would like to see more of that, but i'm not going to rush anyone or say namco is doing horribly.

[axewchao]

(I'm pretty sure you sent this already but I guess tumblr ate the ask because I couldn't find it anywhere-)

Hokay, Ludwig headcanons, LET'S-A GO!!

He doesn't know how to swim and is terrified of deep bodies of water, especially the ocean. He'll still go on a cruise if he's invited, but don't be surprised to see him digging his claws into the floor as someone drags him on board.

He hatched with a crooked tail and never got it corrected, unlike his cousin Lemmy who went ahead and got his fixed.

In my version of the Marioverse, magic users can use whatever spells they want after enough training, but typically have affinities for certain types, basically MLP rules. All the Koopalings have an affinity with at least one type of magic... except Ludwig, who has none. He's still considered the strongest magic user amongst them because he regularly studies different types, while the other Koopalings usually stick to what they have a knack for.

Despite what his demeanor may imply, he heavily dislikes dressing up for parties or other social gatherings, as it reminds him of his aristocratic upbringing, full of neglect. He'll still attend if he's invited or if his siblings are going, but expect him to be a wallflower or just hide somewhere nearby, only coming out to grab something to eat or drink before vanishing again.

Him being considered "the cruelest" is no joke. Piss him off enough, and he will come after you, no matter how long it takes, and he will figure out how to hit you where it hurts. That being said, depending on how he was crossed, he may in fact be so covert about his revenge that the target in question might not even realize that Ludwig was responsible. And isn't that just delicious? Sweet, like all revenge should be. >:3c

He's very goal-oriented; if there's something he wants and he thinks he can get it, then he's gonna get it. In Color Splash, for example, his paper self wanted a chance to fight Mario, so he worked hard to make that happen, even prepping a friggin' battleship (okay, part of one-) for the occasion. Dude loves to go all out. My version of him is notably determined to beat Real Worlder!Dal in combat, even calling Dal "The Mario to his Bowser," if only to himself.

That being said, the potential consequences could deter him just as quickly if his neuroticism manages to convince him that It's Not Worth the Risk. Eyes are everywhere, after all, and even the slightest slip could prove disastrous, whether socially, emotionally, or physically. That's the main thing he was taught growing up, and while he's cut ties with his parents, he has yet to fully cut ties with their teachings...

And finally, the fruitiest, juiciest of 'em all...!

Ludwig doesn't like pulp in his OJ. The texture's all sorts of wrong to him. Iggy is aware of this, and deliberately drinks it with pulp to annoy him. As if the guy's tastes couldn't get any weirder...

[anivirus]

Andy the Mouse - Meditation (+Personal Status Update)

(For now I will keep this post exclusive to Tumblr)

Howdy, fellow followers and those who are just passing by. Today I would like to address the long break I have taken and try to self reflect. In fact, this art depicts my overall state as of now the best. Foggy and thorny.

Initially I was planning to get back into work in second half in July but a bunch of things happened. I have started feeling exhaustion in a lot of aspects in my life. I have left the communities, projects I was working on, primarily because my OCD forces me into giving all of my energy into them in expense for physical and mental health. By July 3rd I was weighing 46kg while being 183cm tall. Things needed to be changed. I am currently on medication, a healthy diet I couldn't build and sustain ever before, and trying to build up a daily schedule which also contains regular fitness. Currently I am almost never falling into panic and despair which had been draining all of my life force. After 2,5 months I weigh 58kg and still aiming for better results to be the perfect femmmmmm boyyyyyyy!

However... Things are still not perfect, I need more time to adapt and overcome the fog of my mind. However I have a bunch of plans. Let me inform you.

1. I will differentiate some of my social networks

I love you all, my cutest and fluffiest furry boys, girls, enbys and everyone else. However I know that you might not be interested in some other stuff I might do - like composing music, sowtware engineering, or even femboy fashion. The solution for that would be creating multiple blogs on social networks. Like, for example, my idea for Tumblr is making two extra blogs - for bottomposting and software engineering. I still don't know which one would be my main, probably, this one - for furry art. Anyways, I will make a poll in that regard since I'm not sure about the idea

2. Updating my social networks

I have left Twitter because Elon Musk is a literal nazi I will never support. That said, Threads is the lesser evil, which is also connected to my Instagram account. By the way, my social links are down below!

UPD: Reddit is ass, i won't be able to post there. Thinking about using Lemmy instead

3. I will be discontinuing Patreon subscription

In heat of creativity I have gone greedy and decided to try taking money from people. No more! For now my content will stop being paywalled just as it should have been since the start. It will simply act as a hub for all of my content.

P.S. I don't think I'm ready to continue my furry art journey yet. But I am trying my best to come back soon.

Cya! >.<

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 23: Not the Sharpest Lightbulb in the Crayon Drawer

The next morning, Molli stood on the doorstep and adjusted her outfit, trying to look presentable. She changed her body color to be her more natural color of such a deep red, it almost looks black. She wore a blue jumpsuit with a gold belt with a rose buckle. She hesitated a moment and knocked on the door. A few moments went by and the door was opened, revealing a surprised Waldo. The two stared at each other for a moment, “Holy moley! Molli! I haven’t seen you in forever! Does M know you’re here? Lemmie get him for you..” she tried shushing him frantically as he called out for his brother. Both M and Carmen came to the door, wondering what the commotion was, and one look from M had him rolling his eyes, “What the fuck are you still doing here?” Molli straightened up and smiled nervously, “Well, I was just about to tell your brother here about me thinking of joining… here. As a henchman-woman.. person.” Wally raised an eyebrow, “You were?” M crossed his arms, “Bullshit. You still have that hit on Red.” Carmen looked at M a bit surprised, “She what?” Molli waved her hands defensively, “No no I swear! I cancelled that contract. After I got free from that spear, I came over and saw how happy everyone, like Skaedfryd, was to be here! I mean, if people are happy, the boss must be doing something right.. right? Oh.. and I wanted to give this back too. Its still so cold, its weird..” she handed the spear back to M and put her hands behind herself, twisting anxiously. “I wanted to have a fresh start, I promise to try not to be a pest or a weed to you. I want to help out.” M snatched the spear and leaned on it like a wizard staff. “I will say it again. I do not fucking like you and I want you to get off this fucking island.”

Carmen puts her hand on his arm, making Molli’s eye twitch for a brief moment, “I personally think we should give her a chance. I mean, if we don’t help her out somehow, she could go back to doing worse things than we do. First sign of broken trust, I’ll let you send her off. How’s that?” M narrowed his eyes at his ex, putting the spear tip to her throat, “One whiff of deception from you and I will make sure you never find every single piece of your body to stitch back together..” Molli gulps and gingerly pushes the spear away from her neck, “Good to know, lover boy. So when can I start?” Carmen shows her inside, and has her follow her to her office. M gripped the unicorn’s arm and whispered, “Keep yer door open. I don’t want you alone with her. I don’t fully trust her yet.” She smiled and patted his hand, “You worry too much. I’m sure it will be fine.” M growled as the two girls went up to her office, the door stayed open much to M’s relief. Wally scratched his head, “Did I miss something?” M shadowed the spear back to Lekir’s room and he shoved a cigarette into his maw. “Red’s bleeding heart is gonna land her in more trouble than she can handle.. she’s already dealing with different body parts and powers up her ass, I don’t think she realizes she still fucking vulnerable. It aint like those superhero movies where they automatically good at things. Example, she took weeks to learn to walk again without aid. These powers?? She’s NEVER had magic. Her horn is.. is as good as shattered. You knew that, but it got worse when you were gone. Its completely dead in the water.” Wally rubbed his neck as M paused to take a drag. “We tried to do simple shapeshifting the only way I know how. She could barely muster the focus to grow a single hair on that piece of metal. She couldnt even change the color. She needs training and actual progress before she’s as invincible as she feels. And with Molli showing up last night and tellin me she has a hit on Red? Then joins us the next day? It don’t taste right.” Wally sighs, “Maybe she’s being truthful though. You may not see or even want to admit it but I can see you are happy here. Maybe she wants that. And who knows, maybe you can get together again. Don’t let the past breakup ruin the future bonds. Its an open opportunity to move on and possibly gain a new friend if anything.” M strode off, grumbling.

He passed Lekir who had watched from the other room, but didn’t get to hear much. “So, who was that, Bugboy? And why does she look familiar?” M groans and rubs his face, “She’s…. My ex. I stabbed her last night with your spear.” Lekir nodded, “So thats why it was returned with dirt and blood on it.. so if you stabbed her, why did you welcome her in?” M turned and snapped, “I wasn’t the one to welcome her. Yer fuckin wife and her fuckin bleedin heart did. And I stabbed her because she is a crazy dumb bitch who is horny for me seven ways to tuesday.. last night she said she was assigned a hit on Red but then this morning said she had a change of heart and canceled it to become better like me.” She gave a concerned look at him and at the ceiling where Carmen and Molli were in a meeting. Lekir sighs, rubbing her temples before looking back at M. “She's gonna turn on us one day you know that right? She's just waiting for the right moment. And if she is anything like you powerwise, Carmen can't win with her current state, neither can I because you can overtake me. You need to tell me and the others exactly what you know about her in its entirety. Leave nothing out.”

M rolled his eye with a groan, “Fine.. when Red gets out of her meeting I’ll call the rest of the group and give a full situation report briefing without my ex present.” Lekir nodded, “I definitely think a sit-rep is very much needed. Especially that threat of a hit. Why did she tell you about the hit? Didn’t she know you were security here? Or did she not read her own report?” M snickered, “Thats the thing, she does things half assed, probably only saw the target and location and when I saw her last night, she thought I had the same job and spilled the beans before I told her what I am here. She really isn’t too bright. She’s durable, like me. Hard to fully kill, but her powers are plant based and not very expertly controlled. Her emotions get in the way and her attacks are weak. She does excel in the knowledge of poisons and many of her thorns are laced with a decent cocktail. But she has never been known to finish a job.” Lekir raised an eyebrow, “And her job is to kill the world’s second biggest pacifist next to her himbo husband..”

Carmen came down from her office after supposedly showing Molli her room. “Hey Lekir. M, mind if you gather the other agents, other than Molli to the war room, I need to give a bit of a sit-rep briefing for everyone asap.” Lekir and M looked at eachother with a slight air of relief. Lekir turns to Carmen, “Please tell me we didnt just adopt a stray cobra..” Her wife chuckled, “More like a cartoon coyote. She’s still in my office, asleep.”

Lekir tilted her head, “What do you mean asleep?” The mare smirked, “I left my coffee on the desk unattended as a test. I had my back turned while at my file cabinet, you know, beside the mirror? I saw her put something in my coffee, and stir it with my spoon I had near it. She then licked the spoon. And now she is face-planted at my desk.” Lekir furrowed her brow with concern, “Is she a complete moron?!”

M lit his cigarette, “Its like I’ve been trying to tell you two. She COULD be formidable if she wasnt a dumb bitch.” Carmen smirks, “I think we should stick to my plan of treating her with kindness, though heavily restrict her from the more advanced things like heists and access to 079 fully. I’ll tell more at the briefing.” Carmen headed off to the war room when Lekir suddenly pinned M to the wall, holding an ice blade to his face, “You better handle this because if she ever succeeds in even hurting Carmen, I will make you pay! I spent 6000 years regretting not being able to save my husband from death. Make sure this is plenty preventable.. and prevent it before I prevent you from ever finding your head. Got it?!” M growled and shoved her back, straightening out his leather jacket, “You say this like I wasn’t going to already! News flash! You ain’t the only one who would go absolutely apeshit ballistic if Red were hurt! Now back the fuck off so I can do my fucking job!” M snorted as Lekir stormed off, brushing past Carmen who had a concerned look.

M flicked his cigarette angrily and checked in on Molli, who was still face-planted and out cold with slight foam to the mouth. He still felt her neck and wrist, disappointed at feeling a pulse but glad he didnt have to dispose of a body. He was about to reach for the coffee to pour it down the drain and his eyes caught on some of the paperwork they were working on for her hiring. Looking closer he noticed her signature, “Mali Negatta” and hmmed. He’ll need to ask when she had changed her name. She groaned a bit trying to lift her head. He remembered nights she used to get drunk off some of her lighter concoctions because alcohol didnt touch them as far as drunkenness. He sighed and shadowed a handkerchief to help clean her face from the drool and foam. He pulled her back and her head somewhat rolled on her shoulders, she slow blinks her eyes open as he gently cleans her face. “Hey you.. we should totally bang on the deshk here.. office sexssis soooo sexy..” she slurred. He paused silently and took the coffee cup, “Here, have some coffee, sober up..” he knew full well what she did, and wanted to know if she even remembered. Which she did not and eagerly took the cup and downed the whole thing. After a moment, she hiccuped and face-planted on the desk again. “Oooh I smell a new fuckin betting pool with this one.” He chuckled, patting her back and leaving her there to set up the meeting. “Fuckin lightweight.”

The meeting was very detailed, strategies were put into place and betting pools were cast, a bingo sheet for the kinds of attempts, and how she would fail, and how long until she either quits trying to kill or quits VILE itself. It was a mix of extreme seriousness and mockery. They knew the severity of the situation if she should actually succeed. But given her track record already, that severity was guarded by cautious ridicule and vice versa. And thats how it went from then on, although many heists were placed on hold while they tried figuring out a new cure for Wally’s condition.

Carmen searched all her books on afflictions and curses, minerals and crystals, and even diseases and illnesses. She felt she barely had anything on the subject and the internet didn’t come up with much either. She shut the large book she was looking in and sighed, taking off her purple glasses to rub her eyes. “Alright..” she said to herself, “Looks like I’ll need to take a trip to Canterlot.. they may have the book I need in the royal library. Might get a new hat too while I’m there..” She was sad when her hat had fell into the acid during the whole stone pillar incident but it was better than losing her life. She headed to the mech lab where M had been hooking up some new device to the chronoskimmer. She didn’t see him around and checked in with 079. “I haven’t seen the rude one today, he’s probably being harassed by that stray twig you brought in.” Carmen tsked, “You shouldn’t say things like that! Yeah she’s pretty thin but you dont know if its her metabolism or an eating disorder! I’m working on helping her gain a bit of meat either way. But I’m not judging her. Now can this thing still take me to current day Canterlot?” The ai sighed as if asked a huge burden, “Does Canterlot exist?” Carmen raised an eyebrow, “Yes.. thats a silly question.” The ai just looked at her, “Exactly my point. Just set the dials and be on your way..” Carmen wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, “Just tell M that I’m popping out for a book. And I’ll be right back.” She set the dials to open a doorway to right inside the castle, by the stained glass windows. She’ll be able to get to the library with ease from there providing no guards had seen her. She stepped through and closed the doorway back, knowing that she’ll be able to dial it back if she needed on her phone. She looked around and stood back, admiring the stained glass craftponyship of the multiple pieces. “I need to come back for one of these eventually. I always forget how beautiful they are in person.” She mused quietly to herself.

[recreationaldivorce]

I'm not super familiar with lemmy and the broader fediverse, but where are some good places to start? Are there competing sub-lemmys (unsure what they're called) I'm only familiar with I think a piracy one (lol) but id love to learn more and start using it more, especially given this update. thanks! <3

apologies if you already know all this & this is patronising, just explaining the basics in case that needs to be established:

so you know how emails work where i can be eg revolutionarysuicide@tumblr.com and i can email billgates@microsoft.com just as easily as i could email joshawatt11@tumblr.com, even though billgates is on a different domain to me whereas you're on the same domain? the fediverse works the same way. in the same way that it's not a huge deal what email provider you sign up with bc you can still send and receive emails to/from anyone, it's not a huge deal what lemmy instance you sign up with because you can still subscribe to and participate in any community. to use reddit as a familiar comparator, if you were joshawatt11@otherreddit.com you could still post to r/askreddit@reddit.com as though you had a reddit account.

the points at which lemmy instance would matter is that each lemmy instance is run by its hosts, who may set their own rules on those instances. eg a left-wing political instance wouldn't allow conservatives to sign up and would ban right-wingers from their instance. so if someone were a fascist they could be banned from an entire left-wing instance, including all the communities in that instance.

another way that they matter is that you can "defederate" where you ban an entire instance, eg some pretty liberal instances like to talk about defederating with some of the more commie instances so that people from those instances can't interact with anything on the liberal instance, and vice versa. like in the above example, if tumblr.com and microsoft.com defederated then revolutionarysuicide@tumblr.com and billgates@microsoft.com couldn't email each other because tumblr.com and microsoft.com have blocked each other basically.

you can also host your own lemmy instance—with the email example that's like registering your own domain and you could just use that domain for your own email address and nothing else, or alternatively you could decide to let your friends use that domain for their email addresses too, or you could decide to host an email service on that domain allowing anyone to sign up for an email at that domain.

you can browse some of the instances here. some of them are very general instances, some of them may be instances centred around a particular interest/hobby, a particular political viewpoint, a particular common identity eg lgbt instances, and so on. like i said above i dont think it particularly matters so long as you join a generally non-offensive instance that other instances won't have blocked and you wouldn't get banned from.

i really dunno in-depth about many lemmy instances & tbh i rarely look at what instance someone is posting from so i wouldn't notice those kinds of patterns, but off the top of my head i can think of:

lemmy.ml, the original lemmy instance run by the lemmy devs. the lemmy devs are communists so they're chill. politics seem to be generally left-leaning, like from reddit-style socdems to actual communists is the range i've seen on there.

hexbear, an explicitly "leftist" instance. politics seem to be similar to that of left tumblr, so take that how you will...

lemmygrad, ml instance

obviously those are listed by politics but if you wanna pick an instance based on interests or something that's fine too, literally just read the rules and see if you agree and have a look at their front page to see what kind of posts & communities are on that instance. if you like the vibes sign up. you can always sign up for a different instance if you get banned or if you don't like the one you signed up for

[mywifeleftme]

355: Motörhead // No Remorse

No Remorse Motörhead 1984, Bronze

I heard British comics writer Warren Ellis tell a story about hearing a horrible banging in the hallway outside his flat late one night in the mid-1980s. When he poked his head outside to give the noisenik hell he discovered Lemmy wandering around smacking the walls with a wooden cooking spoon. After he managed to get the metal legend’s attention, Lemmy waved the implement at him and snarled, “You ever hear of a coke spoon? This is my coke spoon!”

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This past Friday, I talked to a 50-something punk named Joey P who has 26 Motörhead records on vinyl (including the coveted leatherbound version of No Remorse). If you ever want to have a long conversation with Joey P, I recommend starting with a riff on if Ronnie James Dio was a mob-connected / Rat Pack wiseguy, and then letting him go into antiquarian detail on which Motörhead records are kind of underrated (Another Perfect Day), underrated (Bastards), and really underrated (1916). Love that guy, and I think he’s mostly right. 26 is probably too many Motörhead records even for me, but they are one of those long-running, very sonically consistent bands who turn their deepest fans into sommeliers. I can hold forth about the subtle differences in tasting notes between an Ace of Spades and an Iron Fist (let alone a departure like Orgasmatron!) while an outsider looks doubtfully into their two indistinguishable cups of Jack and Coke. A band like this gives men of a certain age a way to sniff each other over when they meet in a clearing, a low-impact ritual of butting heads.

*

For years I remembered a story I thought one of my friends had told me about running into Lemmy at the Dominion Tavern in Ottawa towards the end of his life. He was miserably drinking white wine on his doctor’s orders, not looking for conversation. The image always struck me as both funny (I cannot imagine the house wine at the Dom having a nice finish), and sad (the day Lemmy Goddamn Kilmister lets anyone tell him he can’t have whiskey!). I think I’ve repeated it once or twice over the years as an example of how age mellows us all, but when I asked the pal I thought had told me, she denied it (though she did add that her ex told her Lemmy’d gone to see “the rippers in Aylmer once”). So, I dunno, maybe he escaped the fate of the Dom Chardonnay.

*

Speaking of fate, Lemmy was a damned sharp fellow beneath all the drugging and boozing (who else could’ve written the lyric “Fourth day, five-day marathon / We’re moving like a parallelogram”), and he rightly figured his label had pitched doing a hits compilation in 1984 because they thought the band was washed up. (The limp sales and savage critical reaction to Another Perfect Day having had something to do with that.) Kilmister insisted on inserting a side’s worth of new songs onto the double LP comp to emphasize that Motörhead remained very much a going concern. Of the four, only the brilliantly dumb “Killed By Death” became a classic in its own right, but the new tracks showed the band were still capable of churning out the sound that had defined them with undiminished ferocity. They never lost it.

*

I do know a woman who hooked up with Lemmy towards the end of his life (if anything in rock and roll can be believed, she had about 1,000 peers. It was like a more pleasant [?] Germs burn). They went home from the bar in Montreal and drank whiskey, and then she split in the morning without leaving her number. She thought the story was funny and I thought not leaving a number was a pretty good flex, but at the end she still gave a bit of a wistful, “I know he probably wouldn’t have called me anyway…”

*

Lemmy picked the songs for No Remorse himself, and even provides short annotations in the liners, so if you’re going to quibble with the selections, you’ll have to take it up with the mole man. (As he says of “Like a Nightmare,” a left-field inclusion, “This was one of my favourite B-sides. Everyone didn’t like it, but seeing as I’m the only one of the old band left, here it is!!”) There are a load of Motörhead compilations out there (I’m partial to 2000’s lavish, oddly-sequenced double-CD The Best of, since it’s the one I had as a kid), and as Joey P will tell you, they did lots of good stuff after 1984. But if 1) you only need one Motörhead record on wax, 2) you’re mostly into the original lineup, and 3) you want something reasonably comprehensive, No Remorse is a no-brainer. It has a few relative duds (“Louie, Louie”) and lacks some absolute classics (“Dead Men Tell No Tales”; “Tear Ya Down”; “City Kids”; “Love Me Like a Reptile”; “White Line Fever” etc. etc.) but why complain given the teeth-rattling abundance there is? As Lemmy says, “Here is Motörhead as you’ve come to expect them. Write your opinion on a Beatle wig and send it to someone who gives a damn. Even if you get us banned, we ain’t gonna stop!”

*

Motörhead were obviously a legendary live act, and they were my first metal show (on a bill at Detroit’s Pine Knob with Dio and Iron Maiden). They played a lot of arenas, but they made the most sense in small theatres. Bigger venues tend to dwarf them, like a small motorcycle gang trying to take over a castle. In a theatre, or better yet a bar, they own the place like The Wild Ones. I don’t remember much specific from their Pine Knob set, except that before closing with “Ace of Spades,” a song Lem was famously bored of playing every night, he told us all, “You’ll know this one, sing along if you want, I won’t be able to hear you anyway,” and then abruptly launched into that hellbent bass riff. Then he disappeared (probably there was some walking beforehand, couldn’t tell you for sure).

*

Lemmy’s funeral was livestreamed back in 2015, and it’s genuinely one of the sweetest, silliest things I have ever watched. The altar features flower arrangements in the shape of the ace of spades; an iron cross in place of a crucifix; two Marshall stacks; a pair of Triple H’s wrestling boots; a 3D-printed urn in the shape of his cavalry hat; and a mirror with a big line of speed on it. Everybody cries, many of them the sort of people the PMRC would’ve expected to burst into flames if they were to enter a church. Everybody talks about how genuinely nice he was. His girlfriend Cheryl, a job that earns you instant and eternal That Poor Woman status from all who observe, gives a super brief statement: “Lemmy loved me, but his greatest love was his fans and his music. I remember saying, ‘Baby, stay home, don’t go, skip this tour. And he said, ‘Baby, I can’t. I love my fans.’” (Imagine that being an interaction between two genuine living people—yet I believe it.) Apparently, he was an absolute pinball fiend. His bootmaker gives a speech. Somebody reads some limericks Lem wrote. What a life. What a story.

*

“Can’t get enough / And you know it’s some righteous stuff / Goes up like prices at Christmas! / Motörhead / Remember me now / Motörhead, alright"

355/365

[pbandjesse]

The coughing continues. Thankfully I was able to sleep easier but the Mucinex I took made me wake up with gummy eye balls and it was terrifying and horrible. And every time I moved I would start coughing again anyway. So was it worth waking up with very gummy and very red eyes? No. But at least I got some sleep.

James left for work long before I got up. I had planned on sleeping until 930 but my coughing woke me up around 830. And after washing the junk from my eyes I would just lay in bed and scroll on my phone until I couldnt take the coughing anymore. The coughing is a lot worse when I'm laying down.

I got up and got dressed. I took my time trying to make myself feel better. Even wore the new sparkling eyeliner stick I got. And it helped. I felt a lot better even if it wasn't perfect.

I made an omelette for breakfast. I think the pan was maybe to hot because the eggs did not spread. But I put cheese in it and had Sriracha mayo and avocado with itbsnd it was honestly great.

I would do a little more organizing. Pulled all my materials for my workshop. And went to take the box to the car.

I could not have chosen a better time so do this. As I was walking to the car a neighbor I hadn't met was walking there dog. Around me and James's age. And then another. Neighbor came out and these to neighbors started talking and as I walked back they introduced themselves. They had also just met.

The first neighbor is Ryan and his dog I believe is named Lenny or Lemmy. Unsure. But he seems great and lives right across from our house with a partner. The other neighbor is Sean (guessing at the spelling), and he is Victoria's boyfriend! And he let us know that she's pregnant! Ah! And due soon! I guess I just through her winter coat was big!

I ended up standing outside with these guys for a half hour talking and it was just awesome. What nice people. I got to learn some stuff about characters in the neighborhood and their back stories. Ryan has an art and music teaching background but works in content creation for an AR company now, and Sean, who I didn't catch what he does, but his mom was an art conservator for the national gallery! Incredible.

I'm literally pleased how nice everyone has been. I hope that trend continues.

I headed back inside and grabbed a few things and then I was off to my workshop. I was nervous! But the nerves were not needed.

Because almost no one showed up. I don't know why this program seems to have this problem. People sign up! But they don't follow through. But it wasn't completely a no show.

I best Michael there. But waited by the door sitting in my wagon with all my materials. And he brought his dog! A mini Australian shepherd named Quin. Who was a bundle of energy but was so lovely.

The space we were working in was very very hot. But it it was fine. It would cool down. Me and Michael covered the tables with trashcan and I set everything up.

And then my one family came. They had come to my workshops before, and I specifically remember the dad from the Lego printmaking class because he made a helicopter. And they were really sweet.

We started at 1230 and I talked about the flamingo, the history of plastics, and how those things relate. Especially through plastic flamingos and acrylic paint. We went through the steps for drawing it out and encouraged them to make changes from my original example.

Michael would do a painting to. Though he left his half finished so his girlfriend could do the other half which I thought was sweet. But I'm besides jumping in to give some techniques and technical advice, it was mostly quiet working.

I made a new painting and I thought it was really funny seeing my simple example vs my new more textured piece. But it was even better seeing what everyone else did. The whole family all did two tones flamingos. The mom did a sunset. The dad added frogs and fish. And the daughter painted very tiny hermit crabs. It was so fun.

We finished up around 230. We cleaned up together and I after giving them my website and letting them know I would have another nat guard workshop soon! I hope they join.

I was down in Towson so I decided to go to the goodwill right there before getting a late lunch.

It was a good stop. I got this very cool corner cabinet for my table top. And it needed a little fixing but I had a vision. I had a nice conversation with the cashier and then I was off.

I went to Chipotle but the line was very long. It was like all the staff changed at the same time. But it was fine. I listened to my podcast. And once I got my food I felt a lot better.

I had plenty to save and brought that home for lunch tomorrow.

I walked to the five below and got a couple little blind bags. And some candy. And a little black romer. And then it was time to go home.

When I got back here I was a little tired.

I got changed and worked on my drawing for the day. I went and cleaned up the small room. And then James was home. I was so happy to see them.

They had been planning on playing a game with friends tonight but that got canceled so instead they would make a run to the apartment. Get my mirrors and and few other things.

And while they were gone I worked on creating a rainbow on the small rooms window out of cellophane. Which took a while to cut out but I'm really pleased with it and it even casts a beautiful rainbow on the wall from the alley lights.

James came back and brought Sweetp to the bedroom so they could unload the car. And then we would work on fixing the curtains that didn't go well yesterday. And they look so much better. We swapped the swing out rods for a regular rod and that seems like the better move for now. The swing outs may be used in our bedroom but we will see what happens.

While James was hanging the curtain I worked on putting fake stained glass on the corner cabinet I got. I also added a little handle where it's had gone missing. And I put that on my desk and it's perfect.

I would work on hanging s few of the mirrors. I had to ask James for help with holding my very heavy shield one, and because the ceilings are lower I had to move the other things in the wall but it's fine. I am really pleased with how it's coming to there. I also hung a mirror on the back of the bathroom door and I absolutely love how it looks.

I would order another bath mat for the bathroom. And text me my mom. And eventually I went to take a bath.

It was a lot harder to get the water to be warm enough but I struggled through and washed my hair and while it was unpleasant at least I was clean.

James gave me an early birthday gift after my shower. An absolutely giant frog plush and a pin of the Maryland Pennsylvania railroad pin. So sweet. I love them. Both the gifts and my husband.

We are laying in bed and watching a scary video. And I feel happy. Tired, sick of coughing, but happy. And I have two days to rest and do moving things and what ever else. I hope I can just keep feeling better.

I love you all. Goodnight everyone.

[jameshasbdd]

Do I have Body Dysmorphia? (how to tell if you have BDD)

Artwork by DanielHannah

Close your eyes for a moment.

Now picture yourself…

What do you see?

What are the details that stand out in this picture of yourself?

What feelings go with this picture?

…

Now open your eyes.

If you saw details that you feel are highly dissatisfactory, or you felt a strong negative sensation such as an almost burning or heaviness, then you might have Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD).

What am I supposed to do about this?

Well as you probably might have guessed- it’s a little complicated.

Truthfully, the material focus of your BDD is usually seen by others as insignificant or even imperceptible. But BDD is not based in reality, so nevertheless, we often choose to try and “fix” our appearances’.

About Cosmetic Enhancement

Now if a “fix” can be made then that’s ok. But hold on one second before you go and book your £10,000 surgery- ‘if it can be made’. By this I mean that the “fix” you’re trying to make should create an obvious improvement to your appearance.

You should always speak to a qualified medical professional first before getting a procedure done because they will be able to tell you if this aspect of your appearance can or can’t be improved.

This is extremely important because these procedures have the potential to worsen your appearance, and then in turn, your mental health.

And just to note, the same advice goes for people thinking of taking steroids which can additionally cause lasting damage to your body.

An obvious example of a good “fix” is makeup. For example wearing concealer to cover up scars or acne often offers a marked benefit to people suffering with BDD.

Fixing negative thought processes

Image by storyset on Freepik

Here is what most helps people deal with BDD.

Fixing negative thought processes targets the actual problem in people with body dysmorphia: Body Image.

Body Image refers to your perception of your body. In people with BDD, this perception often has a strong negative skew, which is inaccurate and extremely unrepresentative of their actual physical appearance.

This is the problem that fixing negative thought processes specifically targets, and the problem of which the most popular therapy techniques are designed around.

How do I start fixing negative thought processes?

Thankfully, there are a bunch of ways you can start fixing your negative thought processes right now!

Here are some helpful free resources:

BDD Foundation — this contains tons of information about BDD. It ranges from information, support services, and others’ stories.

Building Body Acceptance by CCI — this contains a rich and complete workbook that guides you and helps you understand your BDD.

Body Dysmorphic Disorder Lemmy Community — this is an online forum space run by me (@porcelain@lemm.ee on lemmy) where you can talk about everything to do with BDD.

Dedicated self-help resources such as Building Body Acceptance as well as other reputable books use techniques created by psychologists that are medically reviewed and proven to be successful in helping people deal with BDD.

What if this doesn’t help me or I decide I want/need even more help?

Image by pikisuperstar on Freepik

If body dysmorphia is seriously affecting your life then the first step you should take is to speak to your doctor about it.

You may want to mention therapy or anti-depressants if you’re thinking about them, as well as any self-help materials you’ve tried if you’ve tried any.

Hopefully after speaking to your doctor you’ll have a treatment plan ready for the foreseeable future.

If you’re not satisfied with your doctor’s advice however, you can always refer yourself to a therapist to gain more insight into yourself, or if you want to talk to someone understanding for free then the BDD Foundation offers an email helpline specifically for body dysmorphia.

I’m experiencing thoughts of suicide or self-harm what do I do?

If you’re in this position, it’s important to speak to someone as soon as you can. You can contact a crisis hotline in your country by using this list.

Conclusion

If you’re someone suffering with BDD; I hope this article has given you a place to start.

Thank you for reading, and remember to be kind to yourself!

Sources

I am not a medical professional, however this article has been written with the help of facts from reputable medical sources.

Here is each section of the article followed by the sources used in it:

(the introduction) — Building Body Acceptance — Module 1: Understanding Body Dysmorphic Disorder — Link — Archived Link (archive.org)

‘What am I supposed to do about this?’ — Mayoclinic — Link — Archived Link № 1 (archive.org) — Archived Link № 2 (archive.today)

‘About Cosmetic Enhancement’ — BDD Foundation Youtube Channel — Link — Archived Link (archive.org)

‘Fixing negative thought processes’ — Building Body Acceptance — Module 1: Understanding Body Dysmorphic Disorder — Link — Archived Link (archive.org), Mind — Link — Archived Link № 1 (archive.org) — Archived Link № 2 (archive.today)

‘How do I start fixing negative thought processes?’ — BDD Foundation — Self-help books for BDD — Link — Archived Link № 1 (archive.org) — Archived Link № 2 (archive.today)

‘What if this doesn’t help me or I decide I want/need even more help?’ — NHS — Link — Archived Link № 1 (archive.org) — Archived Link № 2 (archive.today), IMPORTANT NOTICE: Note that the advice suggesting to speak with your doctor about therapy & anti-depressants, as well as the advice on what to do if you’re unhappy with your doctor’s advice, is my own advice based on my personal experience and knowledge.

‘I’m experiencing thoughts of suicide or self-harm what do I do?’ — NHS — Link — Archived Link № 1 (archive.org) — Archived Link № 2 (archive.today)

‘Conclusion’ — N/A

[cocoa-rococo]

thinking about iggy koopa today, and i realized one of the reasons i like him so much isn't just because he's a loony lil guy who likes causing explosions (though that definitely adds to it). it's because he makes a great rubber-ball character.

by that, i mean he's fascinating to put with others and see what dynamics pop up in response, as well as how he shifts the character development of those he interacts with. you throw a rubber ball at a surface, and it either bounces back or breaks something.

he's an inventor! which means he can create things that impact a story: macguffins that other people (good and bad) want, devices that help other characters fix their problems (or "fix" them, and cause more issues down the road), and gives him a need to perhaps talk and travel with other people to get supplies he requires.

it also gives something for him to bond with in others, whether that be through a fellow love of or rivalry. it also might give him a hard time connecting with people if they don't share that passion, which means they both might have to find some common ground in different ways so the two can work well together, if at all.

the other neat thing is that iggy does not take anyone super seriously at face value, not even bowser (remember how he laughed in his face in bjj?), and that makes him really fun as a foil for more sterner characters. put in a room with ludwig, wendy, and yes, even mario -- who're more likely to be assured about their abilities and inclined towards keeping order -- and watch what happens. how do they get along? can they, even? what's something that would make them do so?

it also makes him a nice buddy to pair with those who're less concerned about "big pictures" affairs -- like larry, morton, and roy -- to tag along and snipe in his own commentary with whatever they're doing. his whole dynamic with lemmy is a great example: they're able to balance each other out and grow while still maintaining their Silly Guy personalities.

he's such a cool character to put next to others and see how things change, from plots and stories to character growth. he also just so happens to be the fun flavor of Mad Scientist Turtle while he's at it.

[julietkabwe]

President Hichilema Must Take Action to End Christopher Mundia's Corruption in State House in 2025

As we head toward the close of 2024 and the onset of 2025, we extend to you, Mr. President Hakainde Hichilema, our most cordial seasonal felicitations.

As the season of goodwill is upon us, we would like to share with you a New Year message of encouragement and strengthening of your resolve in this continuing battle against corruption. However, Mr. President, we feel that the pace at which you are handling corruption among some of your ministers and close aides at State House is either too slow or lacks the necessary urgency.

We trust that you are aware of the growing perception that Christopher Mundia is becoming a figure similar to Kaizer Zulu in your administration. Your predecessor, President Edgar Lungu, was advised to take action against Kaizer Zulu for his notorious political influence and criminal activities, but failed to act until it was too late. The consequences of this inaction were felt when Kaizer Zulu was eventually dismissed.

It is with this history in mind that we raise the example of Christopher Mundia, who has been involved in multiple corruption cases. One of the most concerning is his involvement with the fertilizer company ETG. ETG, which was a financial backer of the Patriotic Front (PF) government, quickly established a close relationship with Mundia after the PF lost power. Mundia reportedly assured ETG that he could secure any favor they desired from the government.

This relationship led to Mundia blocking investigations by the Joint Task Force into the misappropriation of fertilizer allocated to the Ministry of Defence, which was subsequently diverted to ETG. The fertilizer, purchased from Russia at a cost of $72 million, was never properly accounted for, and the required payments to the Treasury were not made as mandated by the Public Finance Management Act. The fertilizer was instead transferred directly to ETG without the proper verification and valuation process.

Despite the close ties between ETG and the PF, Mundia has continued to ensure that the company remains a major supplier to the current government under the FISP program. This raises concerns about his role in enabling the continued corruption within government procurement processes.

Moreover, Mundia has also been implicated in schemes involving foreign investors. Working with a senior official at the Drug Enforcement Commission, he has been accused of seizing funds from unsuspecting investors, only to later extort money from them in exchange for a supposed settlement. Victims of this scheme, including individuals from Zimbabwe and Nigeria, have been left with no choice but to settle, often at significant financial loss.

This situation is becoming increasingly concerning, as Mundia’s influence appears to be unchecked. He openly boasts about his untouchable position at State House, claiming that President Hichilema will not take action against him. This has caused frustration among those who seek accountability and transparency.

It is worth noting that there are rumors suggesting that Mundia's hold on the President may be more personal than political. Some believe that President Hichilema had a strong bond with Mundia’s late father, Christopher Mundia Sr., a former president of the Law Association of Zambia. It is said that, before his death, Mundia Sr. made a request for the President to look after his son, Christopher, as a covenant of sorts. This rumored bond may explain why President Hichilema has been reluctant to take action against Mundia, despite his damaging influence on the administration.

There are also allegations that Mundia has interfered with investigations into missing funds, including millions of dollars meant for former Ghanaian expatriate teachers. It is claimed that he instructed the police to halt investigations into these matters until he had consulted with the President. When the then-Inspector General of Police, Lemmy Kajoba, publicly confirmed that investigations had been suspended at Mundia’s request, Mundia retaliated by ensuring that Kajoba was removed from his position. This appears to have been another instance of Mundia flexing his influence within the government.

As we welcome the new year, we genuinely hope that President Hichilema will take firm action and tackle these issues with the gravity they warrant. Corruption should not be permitted to flourish within your administration, as it erodes your leadership and the people's confidence.

We extend our wishes for a Merry Christmas and a successful New Year, Mr. President. We trust that the upcoming year will bring about stronger actions in the battle against corruption for the welfare of all Zambians.

[anthonybialy]

Every Star and No All-Stars

What do you need: a trophy?  Actually, that would be nice.  But an object indicating supremacy is just something else to dust.  True all-stars possess mental awards.  Winning a popularity contest is unnecessary.  Freaking out about the lack of accolades is for those who either crave sanction or don’t have the stats to impress.

In an ideal world, nobody cares about who a shady panel endorses.  But apathy never wins when it should.  Getting agitated about snubs is a sign of self-doubt.  Save anger for weighty issues that affect the world like officials who don’t know how to define a pass.  Oh, and it’d be nice to have universal peace and prosperity or whatever.

The quantity is as questionable as the quality.  Fans could probably think of Bills who deserved to prance in this year’s mock competitions, not to mention Bills who were more deserving than those selected.  But the purported honor is even more meaningless than the rest of existence.  The only thing any competitor who’s truly one of the two or three best deserves is to enjoy vacation.  

Competitors added for reasons unrelated to play serve the important purpose of not relying on credentials.  Unworthy winners exploit name recognition regardless of faded skills or injury.  For an all-time example, Ruben Brown looks like a Hall of Famer for throwing a party that convinced invitees to keep bringing him back. It’s easier than playing at that level.

Truth is absolute regardless of how many believe it.  There’s no need for validation.  You’ll know.  Don’t fret about some snarky Bengals fan on Twitter citing Pro Bowl appearances in making the case of supremacy.  An amateur argument based in not watching play is perfect for our times.  Results are the only thing to value, and not during simulacrums.

Pin a ribbon to your coat next to your mittens so everyone knows just how special you are.  Distinctions are nice to have and also nice to know is unneeded.  Anyone who says you’re awesome should be allowed to speak.  But you’re already super even if nobody points it out.  Those excelling are not searching for lauding.  The insecurity of needing acknowledgment is also a reflection of inferiority.

Glaring omissions routinely happen in every sport just like the outrage shouldn’t.  Take my BFF point guard Jalen Brunson, who’s accomplished the seemingly impossible task of making the Knicks relevant.  Some Knickerbocker backers fume that he only made the All-Star Game as a reserve.  But he’s already featured on the back page of Gotham tabloids.  Votes don’t count for anything meaningful, which makes it a bit too much like the rest of life.  Sports indeed offer life lessons.

Heed lessons in silliness from a process somehow more infuriatingly capricious than naming a league’s top players.  The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is the least rock & roll thing ever, which is just another reason to listen instead of visiting.  There’s nothing more subjective than music.  There are no statistics other than sales, and by that metric Taylor Swift is the greatest.  Science knows that to be the wrongest thought ever conceived.

As for an egregious exclusion, Motörhead still not being inducted is merely the most egregious insult to rock from a venue that purports to celebrate it.  Our lord and savior Lemmy will remain just as awesome the day after the historical injustice of his outfit’s exclusion is rectified.  The lamest of institutions is inadvertently helpful in demonstrating the eternal shame of not knowing a thing about who rocks.

Play well enough to receive a chance for slacking.  Gatherings of the world’s best inside one venue should logically lead to the best games ever.  And any Eddie Murphy movie should be hilarious, yet unfortunate viewers have sulked through more of his work than laughed deliriously.  Giving a bad name to exhibitions isn’t really a benefit.  People who’ve enjoyed an all-star game in any sport are the target audience for timeshare salesmen.

There are rightfully no stakes or way to invent any.  Those taking the field for the equivalent of AI football either play to their utmost in the sports we cherish and risk injury or goof around in the skills competition that resembles the sports in the same sense vegans enjoy Portobello mushrooms just as much as porterhouses.  Skill competitions aren’t fooling anyone unless pretending to care counts.  Baseball’s attempt to make it relevant by granting home-field advantage has thankfully been discarded, unlike the absurdity of getting to hit without fielding.

What did Hawaii do to the NFL?  The free trip to paradise would be especially welcome now for a rebuilding island chain.  Instead, a heartless league doesn’t even grant obligated attendees a voyage out of the continental United States to the balmy freak state.

The only concern should be games played in the uniform of their employer.  Noticing how they fare when standings are affected is infinitely more valuable than the original fantasy roster.  Standing around and pretending to compete flaunts what an afterthought the actual event is.

Draftees envy non-all-stars get to catch up on their streaming queues.  Diehard followers would much rather their heroes have the time off than a white elephant gift of an appointment.  Coerced participation in perspiration-free affairs that make scrimmages seem relatively enthusiastic feature the best at their worst.

Do you know Josh Allen is the best?  If so, then that’s the only needed prestige.  Wholly uninformed voting blocs pick shady candidates who only impress deluded types like Michael Scott.  You don’t need a medal.  That’s what she said.  It’s as nice to have laurels as it is fine to live without receiving them.

[nueral]

Warner Brothers has excellent scans of Henry Cavill and the rest of the Snyderverse castings. Do you NEEEEED more live action DC heroes doing wrestling moves and trying to imitate Frank Miller comics? Probably not, but were you surprised by what INTO the Spider-Verse did with ANIMATION fo-fi years ago? PROBABLY so. You didn't expect to give a shit about a SPIDER-MAN Pixar/DreamWorks movie from Sony but you did.

Maybe that monster cartoon DC does surprises us, maybe it don't. The DC cartoons were trying, he liked them, and they keep playing out the best stories, they aren't really waiting for a new and engaging art style or story telling style. Grant Morrison did a BUNCH of Iconic story lines the Oughts. Tower of Babel, Rock of Ages, Armageddon, etc. Check THOSE collections out. I'd pick and choose elements and take what fits to salvage the story Already told in the movies we have, the Omac Wish Satellite from WW84(NOT A BAD FILD), etc.

But here's what's really cooking my beek,

There's an entire separate Non-Comic movie about how the audience doesn't or simply CAN'T comprehend Joaquin Phoenix's Joker's potential. Bo Is Afraid. I do not recommend it unless you Wonga know how fucked real life can get in real life.

The movie is ABOUT the audience, the story, and escaping stories, or more accurately Not Being Able To Escape from an Obvious Story, an Obviously fictional reality.

Both Joker and Bo Is Afraid confound the audience. Here, lemmy ax you something

Have you heard of the Unreliable Narrator trope? Prolly not. Closest you may have come to it was the shock when Joe Pesci gets whacked WHILE narrating Casino. Remember that? You're thinking, this guy is getting taken out to the cornfields to get whacked and Pesci's voice is narrating, like he's telling the story from an old folks home decades in the future, fine, and then WHACK!to the head.

Ok, that's not what Unreliable Narrator means.

Unreliable Narrator is something snobs love to peacock. The idea is that the entire movie is an unreliable and subjective account told from a person who's probably lying to themselves or the audience. Film Student types love it because it allows them to have an exclusive VIP area of interpretation. What really happened, out in the objectively real/static reality.

Here, I'll give you an example

Zeze Yayya Beets in Joker. E'rbody said she was supposed to be like that universes Harley Quinn, but by the end of the movie you're wondering if Arthur (Joker) even hung out with her at all. Or was it just in his head.

Arthur takes the audience into his experience and they went to the comedy show together, and they went to the hospital for his mom, together.

But at the end, she doesn't recognize him, is afraid of him.

We're those date scenes made up?

What if it's not the narrator who is unreliable. What if it's Joker's actual reality.

Unreliable Reality.

That's not easy. It's scary to think God has abandoned you in a dream world of feelings, factual memories that have no social authority, etc. What happened happened, right?

Unless you're a child. Then you can sing row row row your boat and lay my head down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

I don't know anyone who WANTS to live in the Twilight Zone.*

But Bo Is Afraid is an unreliable reality movie, even more so than Joker.

When I watched Bo Is Afraid, I came out thinking "They think it don't be the way that it is but it do."

And nobody on YouTube, or any social media posts have connected Bo Is Afraid to Joker.

Which is crazy.

You Were Never Really Here

Joker

and Bo Is Afraid all share this same reality resetting itself on camera with no indication of hallucination or magic occuring.

Why do I bring this all up for a DC movies discussion?

Because with an unreadable reality, anything can happen, it's horrifying. Continuity, Multiverse, timelines.

Arthur Fleck and Lady Gaga Harley could dance at the end of the film and end up in the alley way behind Robert Pattinson's ZORRO theater, Ben Afleck's ZORRO Theater.

They could dance their way anywhere in the multiverse the scriptwriters want, and a Fifth Dimensional Imp could say it's magic and he don't have to explain shit.

But the audience has been shockingly robotic. We really don't know what's in the head of these bodies, I certainly don't have enough evidence from social media to consider it any more real than how to effects you and how you effect me.

Maybe you just want scene for scene moving images that match the comics.

Maybe you're eager to join the SuperHero Fatigue bandwagon no matter how much The Batman reassembled a David Fincher movie.

But look at the Muscle Daddies and Diva Queens of Zack Snyder's Justice League(United).

Do you really care if they wrestle some other muscle mountain and win? Who cares? It's not real, it's not MMA. It's a story. It needs a reason for you to PAY and PAY attention.

Look at who Snyder intended their main badguys to eventually be, Twinkydink skinny boys schizos like bingbingbing Jesse Eissenberg's Lex Luthor, and Jared Leto's Mister J-Joker.

Do you want to see either of these guys take a potion and get powers and buffy the vampire slayer fight against dudes 3 times their size like they have a chance to win? Do you want to see them in CGI armor? No, right? No. Do you want to see Big Muscle Daddies teach weakling uppity creeps a lesson? I don't think-so...I hope not. No.

But you know what might unsettle you?

A character who A. already doesn't have to play by the rules of reality (I already explained this, keep up Mr. Strongstrong) and who B. has the sympathy for the audience from a previous film, a character who's kind of the good guy of his own story, if his own story was stable enough for anybody to find a functional morality in it, something that might not have been there for the first Joker film, and probably won't be there for the second either.

I hope you aren't watching movies like it's morality homework. Every action film a who dunnit, gasping an AHA when the wizard uses the helmet to disappear the demon.

I hope you're real, capable of variance and variety of experience. Enjoying the changes internal and external that a character is or might be going through.

I hope your not building up gotcha torment, vengeance juice, enduring suffering in a contest of who can eat the most shit until you eventually explode in violence or despair.

I hope when you watch a movie you're escaping from life AND imprisoning yourself in personality, if only for the time BEING, and enjoying what it thinks like, what it feels like, and what it will/would be like to actually exist that way, his way, that other way, like them, like him, like her, like that thing, like a brave little toaster, or a little Engine that could, or as Michael Douglas's William Foster in FALLING DOWN.

I hope your flying. FLYING.

I hope you can handle it.

And I hope to see more Henry Cavil, as Superman😆

And yeah, I did just write this at 123ish am 11:5:23

Yup!

You can hear it echoing