As a DM, this really speaks to me: https://dndoggos.tumblr.com/image/190824811806
transgender rights, please boost
- WHO declared a global emergency?
- That's what I'm tellin ya!
- Look this is getting us nowhere. Let's ask the Chinese. Who's the current head of the CCP?
- No he isn't!
- Isn't what?
- Hu isn't the CCP head.
- Seven billion people aren't!
- No I mean Hu was the CCP head, but Xi is now.
- No, Hu.
- I'm askin ya!
- Anyway WHO declared an emergency, not Xi.
- My head is spinning, I need to see the doctor, does the BBC have one?
-Sure, she regenerated two seasons ago.
- Who did?
- She did.
(For those who aren't software engineers, rubber duck debugging is a system where you tell your problems to an inanimate object, and realize you knew the solution already: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubber_duck_debugging )
This happens far too often.
Walk into office.
Complain to co-workers about a technical problem that makes no sense
In the course of explaining it, realize what's happening and how to proceed.
Apologize to co-workers about using them as rubber ducks.
Clearly I need to optimize by first explaining to an actual rubber duck.
Just stopped by Poetic Computation (https://westbeth.org/wordpress/poetic-computation-7-years-of-sfpc/) to see some very cool pieces of art/code/circuitry, including a neat piece by @aparrish. I'm glad I got a chance to go!
Ha ha argh. At some point in mid-December my Borderlands 3 install started clipping the edges off the map UI (and only the map UI, everything else is the same). After a few weeks of filing a bug report, following up with screenshots and video, and sending them debug information, they've closed the issue because...
My computer doesn't meet their minimum system requirements, so they don't need to care.
Why do we even have feet, anyway? I want hooves, or wheels, or to crawl through the world leaving a trail of slime.
This toot brought to you by a brand new and different pain in the foot I broke, it's not the previous plantar fascitis pain and it's not where the bone broke either, argh, everything is terrible.
In tonight's game of DYING IN SPACE, my bald experimental donkey-heart recipient met his doom alongside a diplomatic hair model (@katre), a former pool-cleaner/current astrophysicist robot (@panicbear ) and a spider creature (@maenad) aboard the starship HAIR TODAY.
If WE can die in space, YOU can die in space:
From @signalstation: "You just have to create the entire morality of pool-cleaning robots on the spot, it's a very simple game."