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“Brat Summer” is over, babes. It’s time for “Hyperfixating On Like Three Specific Indie Folk Songs Fall.” 🍁

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Someone more talented than me needs to make this song parody fucking ASAP

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See, the problem is that I have no respect for my own boundaries, because I know the person that put them there, and they’re a fucking pushover.

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Brennan Lee Mulligan learning about the Onceler fandom on the latest Fireside Chat has me *dying.* I did an actual spit take when Erika brought up Evan Kelmp, because FUCK, they’re so right…

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Critical Role merch idea (feel free to steal, Laura Bailey): a wool sweater or cardigan called Fjord’s Merino Layer

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Shoutout to the Vi Hart video “On Gender,”

And shoutout to me watching that video as an eighth-grader, hearing a faint cracking sound, saying “What was that? Oh well, I’m sure it’s nothing that’ll come back to haunt me in like six years when a global pandemic forces me into an unprecedented level of self-reflection,” then presumably proceeding to watch half a dozen Minecraft mod reviews back to back.

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Queer people during mandatory allyship training at work:

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Consider: Karl Marx’s drag persona, Yass Kapital

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Come with me, dears, as I indulge in possibly the most autistic fuckery of my entire life:

There are, I think, a theoretically infinite number of perfect meals. The details may be wildly different for any given person, and some may be definitively better than others, but a perfect meal cannot possibly be improved by any concievable individual change; it is a local maximum, for the mathematically inclined among you. In my life, I believe I have found exactly one perfect meal, and it is as follows:

Tomato basil soup, homemade from fresh ingredients, blended smooth. None of this slightly chunky shit, at that point just go store-bought. Served warm, but not so hot you need to blow on it. Garnished with cracked black pepper and a sprig of fresh basil.

A grilled cheese sandwich, made with sourdough bread (sandwich loaf), smoked Gouda, and sautéed yellow onions and shiitake mushrooms. Grilled on a panini press, cut diagonally.

A gin martini, 5:1 Hendrick’s Gin to Dolin Blanc Vermouth de Chambery (not Dolin Dry), 2 dashes of Angostura orange bitters, stirred, not shaken (007, you maniac). Garnish with a twist of lemon expressed over the top.

In the background, the Frank Sinatra compilation album Ultimate Sinatra is playing on vinyl.

That, my friends, foes, and mutuals, is a perfect meal. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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Is it just me, or did every middle grade fantasy series have the same set of protagonists?

A dude:

Another dude:

A girl:

And some sort of gremlin:

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The gender binary is “basic biology” in the same way that there being three phases of matter is “basic physics”: bullshit that we teach kids, because their tiny brains can’t handle the true complexity of reality.

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Asking me to stop doing finger guns because “this is a funeral” and I should “show some respect” is frankly kind of biphobic.

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Business idea: a company that specializes in dumpster rental and mtf bottom surgery, called Junk Removal, Inc.

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Gender peaked with David Bowie, and I’m honestly not sure why the rest of us still try.