Because it’s easier to throw the latest Monster of the Week at players than it is to craft NPCs and relationships such that there is compelling drama. Combat is easy. Drama is hard.

American cakes, cookies, and breads have waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much sugar. (Eating American white bread hurts my teeth.)

Yeah, like I said I was gone long before the Ketamine Kid took over so I didn’t have to watch that pattern develop.

I just got this creepy “we don’t know what ‘consent’ means” vibe from their continued forcing of accounts I don’t give a shit about on me. I’d open each day by blocking each and every “recommended” account and figured out that I was spending more time doing that than actually using the site.

So I ditched.

I have no autism superpowers and spotted the pattern that Twitter was a toxic shitpile before Kaptain “Ketamine” Kidd took over the helm.

All it took was for me to recognize “you know, every time I use Twitter I feel like shit”.

“Think” is doing some very heavy lifting there.

You’re on an internet chat board. By definition you’re uncool.

You’re just less uncool than other such places.

🤭

I share what you like (smaller, more intimate) along with the absence of ads, and the more original content over just cutting and pasting that I find in other equivalent large-scale boards.

You must have been eating rolled or, worse, coarsely ground oats if you got the texture of boogers. If you want a completely different experience that tastes great and has a nicer texture, try cut oats instead. They take longer to cook, but they’re MAGNIFICENT.

This is a problem with vegetarians and vegans in general: they try to pitch “meat substitutes” that are absolutely filthy-tasting with terrible mouthfeel. They show off the absolute worst side of the ingredients instead of selling the ingredients where they’re strong.

There are tofu dishes that shine (like mapo doufu): make those, don’t try to gaslight people into thinking that a tofu burger “tastes just like the real thing”. It doesn’t.

The key to tofu that tastes good, rather than being a carrier for whatever sauce or spices you’re using and nothing else, is freshness.

When I lived in Canada I hated tofu (to my mother’s eternal anger). It was tasteless crap and if I wanted the taste of the sauce or soup or whatever, I’d drink the sauce or soup or whatever without the tofu. Nowadays I get tofu that, if I time it right, is still hot from the process of making it. When it’s like that it has its own flavour that’s actually quite nice. (Which makes sense: it’s made from legumes which, you know, have flavour.)

Oh wow. Wait until I tell you how (proper) sausage is made, what part of the body the casing is generally made of, and what goes through that for animals’ whole lives… 🤣

Both. My father had dogs. I had cats. I got along with both; I just think cats are better for city life.

That’s really weird to me.

If I’m playing a board game (like Xiangqi/Chinese Chess) what’s cool is when I spot an opportunity and exploit it. This is playing according to the rules of the game.

If I’m playing a card game (like Fight the Landlord) what’s cool is when I assemble a good combination of cards that drains my hand with inexorable play. Or when I find just the right timing to interfere with someone else draining their cards. Again this is playing according to the rules of the game.

In sportball, presumably when the audience is going wild at a cool play by some player they’re playing according to the rules of the game. (I can’t attest yeah or nay to this because sportball isn’t my vibe.) Is this not cool? (I’ll let sportball fans answer here.)

So why would RPGs be the exception to this? Why do you have to break the rules of play to do cool things?

That’s really weird to me.

Selling pre-rotted eggs? 🤣

Well thanks! Next time I’m in a position to buy some I will.

Evaporation when covered in clay is slowed by quite a bit, but yeah, 25+ years will still lose you volume.

OK, so they’re consumed directly, not ground up or smashed into paste or something?

I’m not sure that’s a very good measure of fear, though.

If you showed me an average jump-scare-infused “horror” flick of the variety that gets tossed out by the film-making industry every five minutes or so, you’d see my blood pressure and heart rate spike each time, but five minutes after the end I’d likely not even be able to identify that film it was I’d watched.

On the other hand, The Thing (the John Carpenter version) keeps me feeling unsettled each time I think of it (and has the occasional starring role in my rare nightmares). During the movie, though? Maybe a blood pressure increase, and a slight increase in heart rate. But nothing compared to the jump-scare fodder.

The USA doesn’t have an administration any longer.

It has a regime.

Boiled peanuts are the second best way to make peanuts! (The best way is roasted in red clay.)