That’s exactly what drove me into seeking out Lemmy instead. I hopped on Mastodon and it made me feel like I was being coralled into following some niche hobby forum exclusively, and I wasn’t into that. It didn’t explain that the instance itself was largely irrelevant and that the rest of the platform would open up to me after choosing one.

Lemmy still had a learning curve, but having experience with reddit I was able to pick it up easily enough.

I have come across a few children’s illustrators who do this with spiders too, but sometimes on every page.

Wait 'til Martin comes…

You’re not wrong. I tend to think the worst of people when I learn they’re conservative. I find it difficult to rationalize how they can observe the actions and behavior of conservative leadership and actually cheer them on. But, like my own mother has proven to me, many of them are just ignorant victims of propoganda who are oblivious to the whole picture.

Sad excuse for a robin then, huh?

I hate the frequent use of “call(s)” in journalism to paint this dishonest picture that there is a large group or important figures actively motioning to do shit, when it’s almost always just as you’ve said here. One or two inconsequential dicks with a stupid opinion.

“In the United States, human feces has been regulated as an experimental drug since 2013.”

Best sentence in the entire article.

For real. This Bozo must think we have access to turkey nuggets or something.

In John’s defense, that guy looks pissed. Pocahontas was like:

Was always normal in my family. Smoking and drinking indoors all day. Used to come home smelling like shit. But there were alcoholics. Good people, though.

I’m surprised Duncan still hangs with Joe after Joe’s shift to being an absolute right-wing cunt. I guess it’s hard to bail on old friendships, especially when getting on the wrong side of Joe can fuck your comedy career.

You need a Velas detector to unearth this monstrosity.

What is this service, exactly? Do they host games on powerful PCs for you to play remotely or something?

It’s the warm blend of its cozy art style, ambient audio, and the unparalleled soundtrack. You go through the grandpa intro and observe his strangely thin bed all over again. Then the Jojamart corporate hell scene. You open the letter and reading it even for the fifteenth time gives you an immediate sense of peace and relief, because you know you’re going back to the valley. It’s all good vibes from here.

The music fades away and you’re greeted with a quiet scene in the mountains, watching a grumbly coach bus speed past the sign, and you’re left with a moment between you and the countryside. There are a few trilling birds and one lands in the sign. You arrive at your stop and immediately that uplifting little song starts playing and Robin’s cute-ass face appears, probably with wood shavings in her bangs, and she still has that voice you crafted for her in your head after all these years. The mayor will too. She’s an old friend.

She ushers you away to your first long view of the farm. Now, you’ve already been here several times in the last decade, but that music. That warm, orangish pallete. That overgrown little cabin on that rugged patch of land. The music grooves on and right away you get butterflies in your stomach over the prospect of getting to be here everyday, cleaning it up and carving your own little life and operation. There is a sense of joy and freedom, and a million possibilities laying under that brush-strewn mess that used to be a field. It never fails to bring you right back and feel that magic again.

It’s like the developer perfectly captured our most innocent human desires in a tiny bottle.

Stardew Valley is a beautiful love letter from Eric Barone’s soul. I don’t want to see it fizzle out either. I’m a straight male but I would marry that man based purely on the gift he gave us.

Fallout is excellent.

I remember well the weird period of my life where I worked 12-hour overnights and would stay up for days at a time with the help of Adderall.

Sometimes I smell certain handsoaps in public washrooms and I get flashbacks to those long, strange, strung-out nights.

It was likely a permanent Sharpee marker. Hopefully it holds up. Fingers crossed that I’m able to return there as a ghost one day to watch someone unearth what they believed was a map to the family treasure.

It’s been a few years but I don’t remember that at all, but I’d be interested to see if I’m bothered by it on a re-watch.