You have to pick one as a favorite. No splitsies.
You have to pick one as a favorite. No splitsies.
I remember listening to a discussion about how the advent of farming enabled the feeding (at least to a survivable level) of large groups of those loyal to the holder. This enabled militaries, which enabled military expansion, which snowballed into everything else. Refusing the farming means refusing a military, which leaves you defenseless against those who use it. Farming is a weapon.
It’s far stranger to me that it seems kind of half-assed. January, for the month of the god Janus. February, from februare, for purification, the month of purification. March, for the month of the god Mars. April (not quite as clear) possibly derived from Aphrodite. Possibly just from aperilis, meaning ‘next.’ Things seem to be getting a bit wobbly. May, seemingly for the goddess Maia. June, for the goddess Juno. And then everything goes sideways. July for Caesar, a human, but previously Quintilis, for fifth. August was previously Sextilis, for sixth. Then September, sept for seven, October, oct for eight. Nov, 9. Dec, 10. All those things in the first part, and then they just say, ‘Anyone have any more ideas for the rest? No? Oh well, then. We’ll just number the rest and call it done.’
I have to wonder if the actual woman in the image is aware her face is being plastered all over lemmy by some weird guy.
*for telling people they are responsible for what others do in a chatroom they may look at once and then ignore.
I am in discords I never engage with, but literally only have as a place I can search for answers, like a niche alternative to stack overflow. It is absurd for me to be held to the standard of policing everything that happens on those servers just in case some of it might be bad. Discords can also have permissions limited viewing. Are we supposed to know what happens in the channels we can’t see?
More importantly, despite how much work it is to do so, punishments have to be applied on an individual level. Punishing people who are in a class is too vague.
It’s technically true in absolutes. Absolute freedom, without giving up humanity, gives no guarantee of safety provided by anything outside of yourself. Absolute safety exists only in a providential void, where needs are seen to magically, as by a benevolent god. If you seek safety in the absolute freedom, you lose the freedom in one way or another. Walls to keep out enemies keep the builders in. Tools to provide for survival require production and maintenance, taking away your freedom to choose to do things that you enjoy. If you seek freedom in the absolute safety, you have to risk giving external forces access. Those forces always carry risk of harm, whether by malicious action or indifference. However, while it’s necessary to sacrifice one for the other in the absolute, it’s not sufficient. Nothing about the relationship says being less of one necessarily makes you more of the other. The easy example is prison. In most prisons your freedom is severely curtailed, but you certainly aren’t safe. You might even be imprisoned for the purpose of being harmed.
For one, designing NPCs, encounters, etc. is worldbuilding. You wouldn’t say a painter had stopped painting because they switched from a 3" brush to a 000. This part is just a semantic misunderstanding.
It’s not really a matter of good or bad. I’m not saying ‘good DMs worldbuild and bad DMs steal others’ creations.’ I’m saying ‘Why buy an expensive kit just to make a dorodango?’
You can clearly recognise how much work it is to play/run a TTRPG. (scheduling, planning, worldbuilding, session prep level worldbuilding, player counseling and conflict resolution, game mechanism/in-world effect translation in both directions, mechanical balancing, other things I’m not thinking of just now) The whole point of doing all that work is that it grants freedom.
‘Worth’ is absolutely a subjective concept but I say it’s pretty silly to do all the work it takes to play, only to play something locked into preconceived notions, and especially notions that are designed to be lowest-common-denominator to the general population by someone who isn’t even at the table. You can disagree if you like, of course, but it’s not a matter of right/wrong.
I mean, the ‘software’ of government is open source. You can look up all the founding documents, all the laws, etc. It’s the ‘hardware’ that seems to have become proprietary. Even if you can see the laws, who knows what kind of sketchy bullshit is going on in the development of those senators, MPs, and other officials on their way into office?
That looks rather too saturated to be Eastern Europe.
Only something like 1 in 3 Americans voted for Trump. Now the whole world has to face the consequences to various degrees.
Needs an extra couple panels up top. Human feeds>cat pleased, eats>then these panels.
They’ll act like you are starving them when the reason there is less food is because they ate it.
Even if you include an hour of ‘oral fluid handling practice’ every day, that’s 9656 days, or 26.4 years. Much more possible in a human lifespan, but that’s a lot of swishing.
How much time does one spend actually drinking?
If you really simplify a lot of the math, and even make fairly slow estimates on imbiption rates as ~1oz/sec, and assume everyone needs and is actually getting the old 8 16oz glasses a day, you get 10000 hours of ‘practice’ happening over 281250 days, or ~770.54 years.
The post-full-transition trans-man: I gotta start all over again? You son of a bitch!
Definitely. I’ve seen the pictures.
It’s not really how I watch most movies, but I’d say Paul Giamatti, for one. He seems to have a knack for selling lines.
Succinctly, I would say any GM who says ‘I don’t want to spend my time thinking about the in-game world’ is just someone who would be happier as a player but is taking one for the team. In the metaphor, he’s the guy at the orgy squeezing a fleshlight between his thighs and wearing a wig so his buddies can pretend. He’s trying to be creative with what’s lying around. However, everyone would be happier if he wasn’t in that position. They’re all just too desperate to go elsewhere. I mean, it’s really nice of the guy to do that for his friends, but it’s not really what they showed up for.
If it’s literal, I have a very, very, very long life of space travel ahead of me.
If it’s in the Carl Sagan metaphorical ‘we are star stuff’ sense, then it could literally be anything.
I’m almost certain that’s a dermestid larva. I’ve seen lots over the years. They’re mostly harmless, though a sign that maybe you should do a bit deeper of a ‘spring cleaning.’ If you are a fiber fiend (spinner, knitter, crocheter, etc.) or someone who likes natural fibers they can be bad news because they can munch your stuff if it’s left around enough.