Yeah, man. It ain't kind.
Yeah, man. It ain't kind.
I'm just a fan now, so I haven't got much to offer on that. Sorry!
My gut says it's probably technically incorrect (like sabertooth tigers weren't tigers) but it's one of those distinctions that probably isn't that important. It's also possible that people are misidentifying them and mixing the species up based on culture and location. Just my hunch.
I like the idea that they were bred and rereleased kind of like American wild horses, which would make them "feral" rather than truly "wild." But I don't think the distinction's all that important.
I'm lying obviously. It's a regional species of big cat and "senche" is a tag to differentiate them from smaller tamrielic big cats. They might be in their own taxonomic genus, but that's getting a little into the weeds.
Khajiiti environmentalists started calling them that to try to fool people into thinking they were inadvertently killing someone's weirdo nudist uncle on hunts.
I dropped it like 6 months ago. It became untenable. But now I feel like I climbed out of the car just before it got hit by an incoming train. Conflicted in the extreme. Feel so bad for those folks and for journalistic dignity generally.
Have you ever built a recording studio out of your kids' blanket fort-making kit? Well, boy howdy, I sure have and lemme tell ya ... It looks like shit!
Leamon working on portfolio shit:
"I'm a writer! An artist. What is an infographic if not a marriage of the two?"
Canva:
Books bend to the reader's will! _They're_ pronouncing it wrong, Sarah!
Totally read this as you going on the newsmagazine television show to get blood drawn. I was like, "that's a weird segment!" Sorry it's a mess!
Love this one!
*Leamon pulls the skin from his cybernetic skeleton to reveal a L-2000 lore development platform"
*Leamon pulls the skin from his cybernetic skeleton to reveal a L-2000 lore development platform"
Kills-at-Night: "Yo, can you turn invisible?"
Stabs-at-Dawn: "Only when it's time to clean the dishes, beeko!"
Kills-at-Night: "Oh you!"
(Canned laughter from the audience followed by the scream of a breton being assassinated.)
I love how Molag Bal always looks like he just finished a big tapdance number he's waiting for applause.
Astonishing X-Men #1
Age of Apocalypse was transformative for me - particularly the art. Joe Mad became a constant reference point for me (like many other aspiring comic geeks). Loved it from beginning to end!
This is still the hardest I've ever laughed in a movie theater.
โ๏ธ Love it. โ๏ธ
I've seen a lot of pictures and videos I wish I hadn't. It's really hard. But you're absolutely right that we have to preserve the record and keep our eyes open to this shit because there are a lot of people who will twist it into pretzels to preserve a corrupt narrative.
Images like that can draw attention to evils in a way that talking about them just can't. "Terror of War" from Vietnam, the pic of that poor kid who washed up during the refugee crisis in the Mediterranean, etc. But you also have to respect people's mental health and tolerance levels.
This is one of those agonizing catch 22s. Part of the reason we're so inured to violence (particularly gun violence) is that we're rarely confronted with graphic horrors of the event. I strongly believe that if images from Sandyhook became public, the discourse on guns would fundamentally change.
" ... My Morning Star calculations require neither sixes nor sevens, and Mannimarco's brain-rot magecraft has not exceeded throne-tolerance. Please stop asking."
Late to the party, I know, but Dispatch is really, really good.
Nope. It was Jon To. (Though I worked with McCracken a lot and can confirm he's a rad dude.)
Fun aside, the guy who wrote the dialogue for Hel Ra Citadel (an amazing guy I miss every day) was constantly talking about professional wrestlers as reference. It seems silly, but then you think about it for a second, and it makes a lot of sense. ๐
Larger-than-life, largely apocryphal stories is where it's at for a hero-worshipping, unrepentantly martial culture. Redguards beg for crazy revisionist conqueror lore.
Ringing in the New Year in the time-honored Tuttle fashion: Wait till the wife conks out, start playing a video game, then randomly notice it's like 12:47.
No! This was good. Scrub, purge, and lay bare the sins of the past that we might start fresh tomorrow morning!
This is like the pitch-perfect ending for 2025.