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[prokopetz]

An incomplete list of things crowdfunding spam has tried to sell me in the past twelve months:

Loaded towel

Optical toothbrush

Portable stimulator

Optimised blanket

Hybrid wallet

Underwater scooter

Calming egg

Speedy knife

Rotating strap

Second heart

Telescopic cup

Modern tube

Nuclear protector

Big card

Metal sock

Zen poncho

Red serum

Ropeless rope

Long laser

Sticky jacket

Banana button

Climbing vacuum

Smart ball

Sharp key

Empowered ring

Healing bone

Evolved pump

Flexible jar

Special door

Spinning device

Minimalist pants

Dynamic brush

Enjoyable wood

Professional milk

Cube

Insane shoe

[catfindr]

[prokopetz]

A slow Friday followed by a brisk Saturday leaves us with another big two-day batch, and 168 entries in total – and with that, we're down to the final week. At the time of this posting, exactly seven days (less however many minutes it took me to compose the preceding post) remain in the month of November; the clock is officially ticking!

200 Word RPGs 2024

Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.

This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.

[tj-crochets]

Very few craft updates this weekend, because I spent the weekend mostly playing stardew valley and cooking. I hadn't been able to cook for a while so it's been nice!

[cherrypikkins]

Things Seiren has done in the kitchen to (unintentionally) test Lucanis' patience.

Snapped the noodles/pasta in half. Tossed out the pasta water.

Washed the cast iron pan with soap. And Grey Wardens don't fuck around with cleanliness.

Boiled the coffee beans. (Something she picked up from Neve.)

Cracked eggs on flat surfaces instead of on the edge.

Ate a tub of strawberries knowing full well that she's allergic.

Ate a hunk of cheese knowing full well that she's lactose intolerant.

Seemed to like whatever Harding did with the potatoes. And then tries to replicate it.

Tried to cool down a pan full of frying oil with water.

Thankfully, Lucanis has found that with a bit of gentle explaining, Seiren can be convinced to change her way of doing things.

( with the exception of 4, 5 and 6. )

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

[anxious-and-in-pain]

it’s okay to do things that make your symptoms worse (as long as you’ll stay safe)

every once in a while you need to eat something yummy. or go on a walk. or a trip to the zoo. take a hot shower. cry your eyes out. dance. listen to music. draw for way to long. write. laugh. sit in a cafe with a friend. paint your nails. dye your hair. go on a run. pet a cat

sometimes you need to do things that are cathartic or make yourself feel alive. sometimes you need the reminder of why you’re fighting so hard to stay alive

this is your reminder that just because it makes your symptoms worse, it isn’t always the wrong thing to do. there can be value in these actions

[prokopetz]

The real reason your sapient dragon character needs a "rider":

Dragons on the wing are vulnerable to being mobbed by smaller, more agile flyers, particularly in your large rear blind spot, like a bird of prey being mobbed by crows. Having a human armed with a long spear perched on your back helps to dissuade anyone from getting any funny ideas.

Breath weapons are impressive enough on the ground, but in flight they're really only good for strafing stationary targets; trying to use your breath weapon in an aerial dogfight is a good way to get fire up your nose. A real fight calls for sterner measures – and, concomitantly, a crew to aim and reload the cannons.

In today's competitive world, it's not enough to devour a flock of sheep and call it a day if you want to keep your edge. You're accompanied at all times by a qualified personal alchemist tasked with carefully regulating your internal furnace to ensure peak performance, and sometimes you even listen to them.

No dragon of any quality would be caught dead without their valet. It's not as though you can announce your numerous long-winded titles yourself when introductions are called for, can you? You suppose next you'll be expected to pick up the spoils of your conquests yourself, like a common brigand. Perish the thought!

[otherpeoplescreativity]

I worked at a McDonald's a decade before this catalog photo date.

I had to wear slacks, a Polo shirt, and a visor hat which had previously been worn by another employee. When I left that job, state, and entire time zone, "my" slacks shirt and visor were assigned by the company to the next employee roughly my size.

It was impossible to wash the fry grease completely out of the garments when I got them. It was still impossible when I turned them in.

This catalog page shows the uniforms for managers. Not line cooks. Not cashiers. Neither front end nor kitchen employees.

Managers at fast food chains still get assigned better shaped uniforms, which require more off-the-clock labor to maintain.

[catfindr]

[sleepymccoy]

This is also a bit of a culture query, cos these are all in my house so I genuinely cook with these all (except chicken salt, that's been in my cupboard for ages)

But I'm not from the USA and most people here are, so I wonder if that's similar! Maybe your cupboard is identical to mine. Maybe we use the same stuff but call it something else. Maybe USA has a different relationship with pre mix spices and you use none of it. Maybe you've never heard of pre mix spices. I dunno. That's why I'm asking!

I use plain herbs and spices as well. Especially when making a complex meal I'll do it myself. But I use pre mixes other times, so I'm voting. Voting for a pre mix doesn't mean you don't also use paprika! If you genuinely have no pre mixes in the kitchen tho, then hell yeah, tell me!

Also, I know I haven't listed everything in the world. One, that's impossible. Two, this is a bit of a culture thing so I just checked my kitchen and used those. This selection is representative of me only

(you don't have to be from the USA to vote, obvs, we just all know that's how the results will end up. Please tell me about your spice mixes in other countries!!)

Morrison spice blend: Pepper, tumeric, ginger, cardamom, parsley, salt

Chinese five spice: Star anise, cinnamon, clove, fennel, Sichuan pepper

Chicken salt: Salt, chicken stock, garlic, paprika, pepper, onion, celery

Gluhwein gewurz: Orange peel, cinnamon, lemon peel, star anise, hibiscus, clove

Chimichurri: parsley, garlic, oregano, vinegar, chilli, salt, pepper

Za'atar: thyme, cumin, coriander, sesame seeds, sumac, salt, chilli

Garam masala: coriander, cumin, cardamom, cloves, pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

Another piece of diet culture to unlearn: that eating an "unhealthy" food negates the benefits of other nutritious things you've eaten. Put bacon and ranch on your salad? Congratulations, you still got a lot of fiber, that's great for your gut biome, and the veggies still contain nutrients. Finished up your dinner with a dessert? You still ate the dinner. You don't have to eat "pure" to take in nutrition from your meals.

[zephyrchama]

It is said that at times when a choice has to be made, everyone has an angel and a devil on their shoulder. These beings will try to influence a person's morals for right or for wrong.

You thought it was an exaggeration or something that only happened in cartoons. Yet here you stand, in the middle of a market trying out new foods, with Lucifer over one shoulder and Simeon over the other. They're arguing about which treats you should buy. As calm, rational adults, they aren't raising their voices or coming to blows. They're not making a scene at all. But there's a certain fire in their eyes and a stubbornness not to back down, keeping the two of them competitively breathing down your neck until you've made a choice.

"This one is similar to what I made you last week." Simeon points to a high-quality product on the top shelf.

"It's expensive. For that price, you can get two of these." Lucifer points to another product on a lower shelf. "I know you'll like them."

"That's too much. We can't have you getting sick from overeating. How about this? It's fluffy and light." Simeon tries to put a snack in your hand.

Lucifer knocks the angel's arm aside and puts his own recommendation in your hand. "This is made with rare ingredients from across the Devildom. You won't get a chance to try it again."

Two iron grips take hold of your shoulders as Simeon and Lucifer smile at each other. Two irked and vaguely threatening smiles, void of actual positive emotion. You consider just buying a keychain instead.

[remindertoclick]

Your reminder to Click for Palestine today!

Once you've done that, here's a fun poll to say thank you!

[espeonkin]

light? never, MUST DIE

PRINCESS are my favorite guy

DINNER, i'm wanting more

DUKE ONKLED, scrub the floor

OAH, hear the king go munf

SQUADALA, we are off!

TOASTERS TOASTING overload

EVERYBODY PIIIIIIIIINGAAAAAAS

[ody3baby]

these were the most popular on this post if I missed other popular ones I'm sorry

* note: they can be non-dairy for those who don't/can't eat regular ice cream and also gelato and sorbet count