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In Alaska all of the seasons have their charm, except Spring. Spring is a bad time.

The thick ice on the roads starts to melt and you have wet ice for an unacceptably long time. All of the soft fluffy white snow on the sides of the road hardens and gets covered in dirt being spread to make roads drivable. Every time you leave the house it’s a harrowing experience, and everyone’s so used to the danger of driving they just shrug and go ”yeah, it’s bad out there huh?” Randomly you get a cold snap without snow just to make you suffer a bit before it goes back to thawing.

It bothers me how far I had to dig for someone saying this. Obviously this isn’t some deep insight on how people see colors, we are literally not looking at the same washed out photo because we all have different devices with different settings.

This is like those math problems people argue about because someone purposefully wrote it ambiguously. Manufactured problems.

Chocolate. Taiwanese movie about an autistic girl who goes around beating up gangsters in the styles of famous martial artists she saw on TV, followed by her repeatedly demanding they give her an unspecified amount of money.

I recently upgraded my computer with the best possible components, and it makes me so mad that games look worse than they did when I put my last pc together. What’s the point of bothering with graphics at all if you’re going to add a smear filter.

Indie games out here killing it with pixel art.

That pretty much sums up my time in Europe.

I thought this happened to me once, and spent several hours looking around the neighborhood just to discover it was still inside. I would have sworn on my life there was no space left unchecked that could physically fit a cat.

More like “Oh god, what if they reply? I don’t have the time for this.”

Me and my best friend played halfling twin brawlers one time who would use each other as improvised weapons and crawl in big guys Shadow if the Colossus style. It was the most fun thing ever, but the DM turned out to be the “if someone doesn’t lose a limb during every encounter I have failed” kind of DM so it didn’t last long.

I feel like once an event is terrible enough, it should buy you at least 100 years before people let it happen again.

While I disagree with your gender-oriented spin on this completely, and I don’t think it’s nearly as common as the picture you paint (never heard anyone roasted for liking Fight Club), it does occasionally happen.

I watched the first few episodes of MLP: FIM at a friend’s house by happenstance, and within about a week of airing I told a few people “Surprisingly, it’s actually a pretty good show.” Then the controversial fans came out and I completely stopped talking about the show to protect myself. Literal years later I found out my mom had been loudly proclaiming to anyone who would listen, including distant family, that I was a “brony”. It soured a few tenuous relationships with people who didn’t know me well enough to know it was an absurd label.