#post-mortem review

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[ardentpoop]

no offense to mr. normcore whom I do love despite my relentless bullying of him but this show sounds straight-up unwatchable to me. tsk tsk. neglected to recognize sam as the glue holding this garish mess of a story together 😔 attempted to stretch dean’s facade over a mirror universe without a sam there to poke intriguing holes in it 😔

I did really enjoy “the magician’s nephew” as a child I think I’d rather re-read that than attempt to sit down and watch this spinoff.

[musicmags]

[omnivorouscinephilia]

La Casa Lobo: A Chilean Stopmotion Nightmare of Fascism

This review was originally published on HorrOrigins.com on 2/26/2022 Animation as a medium is uniquely situated for experimentation. However, at times, the medium can feel as though it is a microcosm of cinema as a whole: tightly controlled in form and mode into hegemony by media corporations only interested in acquiring endless capital. Even Disney, a company that pioneered various animation…

[tumblasha]

book review: yellowface by r.f. kuang

overall rating: ★★★★★/5

literally it was so good; i couldn't put it down once i opened the ebook on the plane. originally i was reading the vegetarian by han kang, but the ebook download didn't finish (it ended suddenly on a random page), so i started this one!!

synopsis: (cw: anti-asian racism) athena liu is a very famous author. her college friend june hayward is not a famous author (her first book flopped big time). athena suddenly dies and june finds athena's latest unfinished manuscript. after various edits (including to her own name, now "juniper song"), she publishes that manuscript as her own. the story follows the rest of june's story with this new book

this book was literally so good. every other sentence was just this white woman saying some microaggression (author makes it v obvious that she's wrong in a funny way). i was on my flight back home and i just read this book for ~3hrs w/o stopping. kinda feel bad for the guy sitting next to me who saw me make this "shocked but about to start laughing" face i always make lmao

i've always liked kuang's writing! i read the poppy war by her, and it was really good too (started the second book that trilogy but school kept me busy) ((might re-read))

one little thing is that i saw this tweet a month ago that said "it sounds like kuang has an agenda and is just using these characters as a vessel" which doesn't make sense since that's all that fiction writing ... is. alas, sometimes june acted so comically racist that i felt that tweet bounce around in my head, but there's nothing we can really do about that

pls read! and support ur local libraries. this review was sponsored by the libby app /j

[gbhbl]

Album Review: Subway to Sally – Post Mortem (Napalm Records)

It’s not just folk metal that is alive and well, but the folk metal that Subway to Sally play.

Rumoured to be finished, Subway to Sally, the German grandmasters of folk metal, prove they are very much alive with their 15th studio album, ‘Post Mortem’, released on December 20th, 2024 via Napalm Records. Photo Credit: Heilemania & Pedro Stoehr So much for 2023’s Himmelfahrt being their last album! Subway to Sally have found the drive to carry on, continuing their 30+ year career, and…

[m1d-45]

post-mortem

summary: war was not a gentle affair; not to the land, the civilians, the soldiers, or their captain.

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: major spoilers for natlan aq, very very brief mention of canon-typical violence

-> gn reader (you/yours) and unspecified traveller

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harbingers were not meant to be kind. they were meant to carry out the tsaritsa’s will, and while they were allowed some level of leniency within their methods of doing so, their goal remained firm: fetch the gnosis. if they could manage that, then it was to return home in more or less one piece.

capitano was not in natlan for fun. he had a mission to complete. anything that stopped him was an obstacle to be immediately removed. anything that slowed him was to be brushed off and cut away. for hundreds of years, he had had no problem with this goal, and no problem for what would come after it.

he stationed himself just within natlan’s borders, gathering as much information on the ley lines as he could without stepping on too many toes. he had bided his time patiently, tending to his mechanical heart and the souls within, his plan ready to go as soon as the traveller arrived. carefully reviewed and edited millions of times, paperwork he no longer needed to read to remember the words of. it was the pinnacle of his years on teyvat, his will and testament to the nation he once served.

he held no reservations. he had no doubt, no fear for what was to come. il capitano did not linger.

the captain sat behind his desk, the plain wood empty and unoffensive. there was neither pen nor paper across its surface, all reports having been reviewed just as midnight struck. the only light in the cramped tent was from a lamp in the corner, the flame’s light flickering over the walls and everything held within. outside, the wind whined through the stone of tezcatepetonco range, keeping all words far from listening ears. had he wanted to, he would feel comfortable even listing out his plan to someone he trusted enough to tell it to.

that had been his plan, initially. his tent was nestled deep within the heart of the camp, and he doubted neither his soldiers’ fealty nor their ability to alert him should something go wrong. in the wilds of the land of war, he had forged a sliver of true privacy. any day now, he would receive word that the traveller had finally left fontaine, and his plan would fall into place. every possible failure and fault had long been accounted for; all that was left was to secure that his affairs would be in order after he died.

and with that, you had been called into his office, the summons delivered by an agent with a deep red mask and a voice permanently roughened by illness.

you had been hired young by the fatui, like so many others in their ranks. you were a remarkably ordinary person, in fact; at least by snezhnayan standards. you were born, you starved, you joined the cause. and because the captain made a point of caring after those put under his banner, he let you try to forget the things that happened in between. you came when called and struck when commanded, carrying the same loyalty that marked the rest of his division. you were entirely unassuming, if not for the fact that for some inexplicable reason, it was you that he had called.

there were soldiers with more experience than you. there were soldiers with a more precise control over the elements than you, with a higher kill count, with a broader stature or quicker strikes. you were perhaps not average, but assuredly not him, nor someone fit to manage every loose string.

the only thing you were, for certain, was slumped over his desk, leaning rather uncomfortably on your arm in a way that you’d certainly regret in the morning. normally, he’d never allow such disrespect—this was his tent, after all—but given that you were the one he’d chosen to step alongside him for the past few days, he supposed he could cut you some slack. regular people needed sleep, after all, and the captain was in the habit of protecting those under his banner. as a reward for trekking with him across the country and back and dealing with the combat in between, he would allow you to rest with him as your guard for one more night.

no one person could handle every consequence of the power vacuum that would be left in his stead, and he was not stupid enough to think so. he had informed both the jester and her majesty, but their business was not with inter-platoon affairs. while he may not have to worry about anyone striking when they thought the harbingers were weak, he did have to worry about who would upkeep all of his contacts, monitor the ley and those that resided within them, who would coordinate his troops while they either filtered to the other harbingers or were reassigned to whomever would take his place. it was for this reason that he had spent his tentatively “free” time developing and editing a second plan for when news of his death reached fatui ears. it sat in his pocket, a thin weight he was never meant to hold on to.

he was meant to give it to you. ordinary you, as plain as the uniform over your shoulders, tasked with filling his shoes until the storm passed. you, who he should not be fond of because captains did not have time for such childish things as favorites, and yet your name had refused to leave his mind. no, he was not forced to give command to you in particular, and neither was he made to leave it at all. but war was cruel, and a soldier without a cause was as good as a cart without wheels. he was to reduce his people’s suffering, not impart more upon others. you just happened to be better suited for the job, and he had happened to tell you more about natlan’s ley lines than anyone else. it only made sense that he kept calling on you rather than anyone else, as he could handle any combat anyway. informing you would make your transition to stand-in all the more easier, that was all. there was no place for “kindness” in his crowded heart. “kindness” implied a level of sympathy he did not show, not to any of his troops and assuredly not to you. it was not “kind” to mark you with his death.

he waited until the sun crept above the horizon to move, letting you sleep uninterrupted. you would need a much of it as you could get. he let his chair slide against the floor as he stood, letting that wake you instead of his gauntlets on your shoulders. you snapped to sitting up, but just as fast winced at the knot in your shoulder. “get moving,” he ordered, and you hurriedly apologized, thanked him, and turned to comply. as the wind swept in behind you, he watched you shiver at the sudden drop in temperature, hunching your shoulders high and walking quickly.

for just a moment, his mind briefly drew the idea of giving you his coat. he discarded the idea as soon as it came, pushing his chair back into place and following you out, running through today’s agenda.

his last wishes would be dealt with another day.

[raichett]

joel commits a hit and run

During the Watchers' debriefing after the end of Wild Life, Grian gets himself an unexpected - though certainly not unwelcome - ride home.

Content warnings: intentional vehicular violence against non-human entities who are not hurt by said violence, vaguely referenced character death, memory alteration, and being non-consensually trapped and made to play death games. This is unrepentantly crack.

AO3 version.

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JOEL COMMITS A HIT AND RUN

The empty space between is desolate, as always. The others aren’t here, thankfully, too busy being other people in kinder places than this, even if they do remember. Only their own victory, of course, their one game, unlike Grian who is unfortunate enough to remember them all, and unfortunate enough to be held here and made to participate beyond the role of a player.

It’s possible he deserves this misfortune, of course. They have such power, see, and he is only one Watcher trying to stem the tide of many, all of whom are so eager to take delight in their newest game series. If he can’t stop them then maybe he can help lessen the damage, have a voice in the planning process, take part as recompense. Harm reduction, that’s what it’s called.

They’re talking, and he’s waiting, only half-listening to the post-mortem, the debriefing, as they chatter about likes and dislikes, review the experimental factors, reflect upon the latest game like they’ve just walked out of the cinema or the theatre, buzzing with glee. It’s offensive, this almost innocence, this lack of comprehension of the pain they’re causing, too caught up in the storyline, and the character arcs, and the symbolism. Sun, stars, moon, all the rest. Fuck them, absolutely fuck them.

Grian doesn’t speak. He’s just – too tired. He nearly won again, but not quite, and he doesn’t really begrudge Joel the win, his friend had worked too hard for it – but he had hoped that if there started to be double wins, then maybe they would start getting bored, their attention drifting away. A game is only a game if people agree to play, otherwise it’s just tugging people about and laughing when they stumble, when they fall, when they collide into the arbitrary rules and get tangled there, strung up to be laughed at.

There’s a sound, then, like cave noise, and for a moment Grian thinks it’s just a glitch, some piece of the Universe snagging and then setting itself to rights, but the Watchers’ chattering stumbles, grinds to a halt, and –

It’s low, rumbling, but getting louder. Getting closer. It’s not cave noise.

There are no doors in this place, but there is a type of barrier, some invisible division between the Void outside and this little space carved here. Grian watches, frozen, heart rabbiting in his chest, as – as a car smashes through it. He knows that stupid fucking car.

The car vrooms, revving its engine as it smashes into the meeting circle and runs over one Watcher, two Watchers, swinging around to shove to the nebulous ground a third and a fourth as it screeches to a stop right next to Grian. Watchers are damn hardy, they’ll be fine, but it puts Grian in mind of bowling pins and that’s just – it’s – it’s so insane, it’s ludicrous, and a laugh bubbles up in Grian’s chest just at the absurdity of it, the incongruity that makes everyone too stunned to react.

The window rolls down. “Hey, Grian,” says Joel, grinning.

“Joel!” Grian replies, loud and shocked, but somehow not surprised – who else’s car would it be? – which feels like the only thing he can say.

“Heard you needed a ride home,” Joel says, bright and vicious, his eyes still red. “Come on, this place is cramping my style. We gotta get back to Hermitcraft.” He turns his words now to the surrounding Watchers. “Sorry, folks! Me and Grian got things to do, places to see, honey shops to buy and sell at, all that good stuff. Later, losers, hah!”

The passenger door opens on the back, behind the driver’s seat, and Grian scrambles for it, diving in and slamming it shut behind him, barely getting his feet out of the way in time. There’ll be repercussions later, he’s sure, but right now? Right now, they drive out – nearly running over two more Watchers, but they get out of the way in time – and Grian hasn’t got a seatbelt on, doesn’t know how Joel got here, or why he knew to come, where to go, but that doesn’t matter: it feels good to do something to get one over on the Watchers, and Grian understands the power and importance of small victories.

“I can’t believe you ran them over,” Grian says, and at his own words he starts to laugh.

“They’re so cringe, Grian,” Joel answers, also barking out a laugh, as the car rockets into the Void like a comet. “What losers. Stupid idiots. Now come on, us winners gotta stick together.”

“Even Scott?” Grian prods, though his heart feels like someone just dunked it into a warm bath, liquid comfort melting in his chest. Us. Joel recognises an us.

“Ughh!” Joel bemoans. “Maybe not Scott. He can sleep on the sofa, maybe, or whatever. Dunno if there’s a winner’s sofa, but – yeah, something like that. Something like that.”

“You’re so generous,” Grian says, his smile irrepressible.

“I am a king of humbleness,” Joel assures him. “You have never met anyone as humble and generous and handsome as me.”

The laughter that punches out of both of them echoes inside the car like music. Outside the windscreen, a trail of stars leads the way back home.

[papidiaz]

Part 7 : Interviews and articles focused on Buck/Oliver, Eddie/Ryan and Tim Minear

24/11/07 9-1-1 boss promises major 'confessions' from Buck, Eddie, Tommy, and Maddie tonight (exclusive preview)

24/11/07 9-1-1′s Oliver Stark Reacts to Tommy’s Insane Reveal, That ‘Profound’ Glee Reference and Buck’s Last Scene With Eddie

24/11/07 9-1-1’s Ryan Guzman on How an Underwear Dance and Shaving His ‘Stache Sparks Eddie’s Search for ‘Joy’ (Exclusive)

24/11/07 ‘9-1-1’s Gavin Stenhouse On The Hot Priest’s Return, Eddie’s Emotional Confessions, And More

24/11/07 ‘9-1-1’ Boss on Tommy’s Wild Revelation, Buck & Eddie Figuring Themselves Out

24/11/07 RIP Eddie Diaz’s ‘9-1-1’ Mustache, The End Of An Era *

24/11/07 9-1-1 Season 8, Episode 6 Review: ‘Confessions’ *

24/11/07 ‘9-1-1’: Ryan Guzman Talks ‘Risky Business’ Dance, New Version of Eddie Going Forward

24/11/04 9-1-1's Ryan Guzman on Eddie's Risky Business dance and mustache shave

24/11/07 9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 6 Pulls Buck and Tommy In Different Directions *

24/11/07 9-1-1's Oliver Stark on Buck and Tommy's shocking relationship developments

24/11/07 9-1-1's Oliver Stark and Ryan Guzman break down that Risky and touching 'Buddie' final moment

24/11/07 ‘9-1-1’ Star Oliver Stark Breaks Down Buck’s ‘Devastating’ Breakup and That Abby Twist

Oliver on Ryan's dancing skills "He did a great job with that. Like that's a lot of pressure and knocked out of the park"

24/11/07 ‘911’: Oliver Stark on That Relationship Shocker and the “Unexpected, Delicious Way” He’ll Move Forward

24/11/07 ‘9-1-1’ Star Oliver Stark on That Ex Twist, Tommy’s Choice and Why Buck Went to Eddie for Comfort

24/11/07 9-1-1 Post Mortem: Ryan Guzman Talks Eddie’s Confession, Self-Love, That Risky Business Moment & More

24/11/07 9-1-1's Ryan Guzman on Dancing in His Underwear Like Tom Cruise

24/11/07 Ryan Guzman Addresses Whether 9-1-1 Season 8 Will Provide The Answer To Eddie's Happiness: "He's Asking The Right Questions"

24/11/07 9-1-1 Star Ryan Guzman Breaks Down Buck & Eddie's Final Scene In Season 8, Episode 6

24/11/07 Lou Ferrigno Jr. on Saying Goodbye to 9-1-1, That Breakup and What’s Next

24/11/08 ‘9-1-1’s Lou Ferrigno Jr. Reflects On Tommy And Buck’s “Heart-Wrenching” Breakup And Why The Role Was A “True Blessing”

24/11/08 ‘9-1-1’ Boss Teases ‘Full Circle’ Midseason Finale, Talks ‘Hotshots’

24/11/11 9-1-1 Star Ryan Guzman Previews His Character's Journey Of Self-Discovery & What's Next For Buck And Eddie In Season 8

Does Eddie know who he is, and he's just been trying to hide it, or is it that he hasn't taken the steps to discover what's out there?

Ryan Guzman: I don't think he's known who he is. I think he's just figuring that—not even figuring that out. I think he's starting to ask the right questions. I believe that there's so much left to explore with Eddie. I think he has a generalized idea of where he wants to go, but I think anything you do new, you're not really good at it in the beginning.

[tinytablepodcast]

The Magical Land of Yeld Episode 4: Post Mortem

Smallest Salutations and welcome to the Ghost Realm! The Magical Land of Yeld is dead… so we dissect it in this post mortem! Spoiler alert: we loved this game! Tune in for discussions of dice pools, conversations on comics, and thoughts on themes. All this and more as we review this delightful adventure game. Stay tuned for next week’s interview with the designers of Yeld! Get hyped, cuz it’s gonna be… epic…

Listen now!

[j-richmond]

Tiny Table has wrapped up their Yeld game, and honestly it was great. I want to talk about it a little. To start with, you should go listen to the whole thing! They did 5 episodes, which includes a rules breakdown, a 3 part adventure and today's post mortem (above). If you're interested in Yeld or want a fun adventure to listen to, check it out! And show them some support by leaving a comments, review or checking out their Patreon!

If you don't know, Yeld is MY game. The Magical Land of Yeld is a TTRPG that I designed with my brother Nick Smith. It is a game about children who discover a magical land on the other side of a secret door, and then get trapped there when the door shuts. It is a game about growing up. Textually, its a game about exploration, team work, tactical combat and character building. Sub-textually its a game about choosing your family, facing the terror of becoming a teenager and discovering who you are (in a queer way). We've seen a lot of people play Yeld since we released the first playtest rules way back in... 2010 (so long ago). I've sat in on so many games. I've read so many recaps and reports. I've sifted through so many forum and discord posts. I've heard more than a few actual play groups take a stab at it. And, of course, I've ran the game for hundreds of people. Not everyone gets Yeld. Tiny Table gets Yeld. They get it so well. Its obvious from the first 10 minutes of the first episode that the group has a handle on playing kids (and a Dog), which is inherently fun and funny. But Yeld also requires you to take playing kids (and a Dog) seriously. Its not a bit. Its not a meme. Its a role that is as important to the setting and premise of the game as being an Elf or Dwarf in D&D (and really, maybe more so). The Tiny Table cast sinks into their role and gets the most out of it. Of course, they're entertaining performers and they put on a great show, but they also flex both the premise of the game and the rules. This adventure is a showcase for Yeld.

Genevieve (played by Holly) is the Rival (I think? I should have kept notes. She feels like a Rival). Energetic. Physical. Looking for adventure. She's a gamer, and wants to get lost in a fantasy world. She's so damn excited to explore Yeld, and recognizes it immediately for exactly what it is. She doesn't want to go home, and gets upset when her friends try to ruin her fun. Later in the Adventure she becomes a Soul Thief, and revels in her ability to launch into combat and sink her daggers into her enemies!

Dolores (played by Skyler) is the Big Sister. She radiates Big Sister energy, worried about her younger brother and much more cautious and realistic about exploring Yeld than her friend. She's not interested in Genevieve's gamer stuff, and doesn't have those video game points of comparison that her friend does. Instead, her approach to Yeld is practical, but still curious! When later her little brother is kidnapped, Dolores puts aside that practicality to try to rush to his rescue. At this point n the adventure Dolores' Brave dice had been reduced to 0, and Skyler does a fantastic job portraying this. Dolores is afraid, but not for herself. She'll throw herself against the horrible monster known as the Dollyhook in order to save her brother. Dolores chooses the Oathbreaker Job in order to protect her friends.

Princess the Dog (played by Neo) is the matronly family caretaker. She sees the kids as her charges, and its her duty to keep them safe and happy. Where the rest of the characters are kids, Princess is an adult. Princess is cautious, patient and indulgent. Her job is to take care of the kids, and she considers herself to be an integral part of the family. When Princess first passes through the door into Yeld and discovers she can talk, she's absolutely delighted! Finally, she can communicate with the kids in her care! Later, when she meets other talking animals in Yeld she's so very disappointed by their lack of care and responsibility. Princess becomes the group's White Mage, but quickly is more interested in summoning other animals than healing the kids! (BTW, all the art here is by Neo. As the person who has done every bit of official Yeld art, seeing someone else do cool Yeld illustrations is always a treat!) I think a big part of what made Tiny Table's adventure so much fun for me is how willing the entire group was to accept the premise of the game, and even revel in it! Dolores is willing to trade her prized possession, her new Jordans, as an offering to a ghost in order to gain the power to save her brother. Skyler becomes the assassin thief of her fantasies and immediately stylizes her look based on Princees Mononoke and Assassin's Creed. When finding that an entire town of children had been left without adults, princess immediately interrogates every animal in the town, demanding to know why they hadn't taken responsibility! Equally, the Tiny Table team had a very solid grasp on the rules (not always common for a first game) and were excited to use them! Dolores was eager to wade into the dangerous Water Hazards in the boss fight, confident that her high strength would allow her to much through. And when the evil ghost called the Dolly Hook tried to gain the initiative, Dolores was ready to point out that her Oathbreaker Oath made her immune to interruptions. Later, she broke that Oath to gain back some of her Core dice, restoring her bravery at the peak of the fight where it really mattered! Neo mentioned that they were worried they might have made a mistake choosing White Mage as Princess's Job, since the Dog didn't have hands to hold a spellbook! But very quickly Princess was casting spells to call Monsters into fights, and Neo described each monster through Princess' perspective. A wiggling Silverfish. A bright white furry Squirrel, eager to shake its but at enormous Howligator it was trying to distract. Holly seized on the lethality of Oathbreaker, charging into fights with a dagger in each hand. She quickly realized that Genevieve's enhanced Brave dice let her streak across the Action Board, and made her nearly impossible to interrupt. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she described how delivering a killing blow to a monster let her Bank and Action, and explained all the cool things she could do with that! Julian is the Game Master, and she brought all of it together. She had asked me to write an outline for them to use, and I put together what I think of as a basic "welcome to Yeld" adventure. Julian brought it to life, elaborating on the parts that felt important to the players and making sure each character had a distinct voice. Both figuratively and literally! Her voices for Rolo the Fairy and the incredibly creepy Dolly Hook were amazing! Julian gave her players plenty of room to explore their characters, but also kept the story going in what ended up being a very tight adventure. As the game's creator, the whole thing was a joy to listen to. I think you'll agree with me that the only real complaint is that we won't be seeing their ongoing Yeld adventures! If you're new to Yeld, I think this is a great introduction. And if you're a Yeld fan already, you'll probably agree with everything I said here. Thank you so much Julian, Neo, Skyler and Holly! I'm glad you had fun in Yeld. - J

Get the Stuff: Listen to Tiny Table's Yeld adventure here. Support Tiny Table on Patreon! Get the hardcover Yeld rule book and PDF from the Yeld site, IPR or Tabletop Bookshelf. The PDF is also available from DrivethruRPG and Itch. Support Yeld on Patreon here.

[crystalgastles]

I will not accept a life I do not deserve (My Nina the killer)

Yay finally a nina post! Read my information on Mortem feeders to understand what kind of creature she is

YouTuber in the late 2000’s and early twenty tens

She got pretty popular for the time with her hair and makeup tutorials, she loved doing music and hair dye reviews

Obsessed with views and numbers, she’s gonna be a star

“I’m going to be a star, look how many views I got on this one video!”

It comes to a point where it’s almost all she talks about, that and partying.

She was invited to a concert in may of 2012, friends didn’t want to go alone

She vlogged the whole thing, doing makeup and hair in the hotel, her outfit, the guys she and her friends went out with after.

It (my slenderman) found her body in a dumpster behind a gas station three miles away from the show venue . Cut in half.

She woke up with the smell of trash in her nose , morbid memory in her mind and ravenous, No amount of greasy food would satisfy this hunger though.

she found a man after hobbling three miles up the road camera in hand. Long black hair and leather, cologne that invaded her senses. Men like that don’t think twice about tattered clothes and blood. (Foreshadowing)

She tore him to pieces and filmed the entire thing.

People on the internet love gore

She found the men who killed her, still hanging around the venue, she could still eat.

“I will not accept a life I do not deserve!”

Her smile is too wide now but not to the point where she can’t appear out in public.

her jaw unhinges when she eats, the skin on the sides of her face split open and stay that way for a few hours until they close back up.

She finds her fame on youtube, superstar on gore sites

[pamsdrabbles]

After seeing this post, I realized I had ten minutes to spare so might as well check it out. I'm glad I did. I really enjoyed this! I absolutely adore how glimpses of the MC are revealed through the questions and answers. Even with such a short story and so little information actually revealed, the MC does feel like a fleshed out character with a whole world that we don't get to see. I love love love stories like that. Well done! You also nailed the 'creepy corporate interview' vibes perfectly. Job hunting is the worst, but hey I got hired :)

Anyway my short little surreal game about the job interview experience (and being trans) is almost at a thousand plays and it'd be neat if it hit that number by the end of the year.

It's short, free, and can be played in browser: play here

[clonerightsagenda]

Kate used the Tumblr Top 10 tool to generate her most popular posts of the year, so I am following suit to add to my #year in review post. However I'm making a separate post because the first one was already pretty long with my perfect and correct TV show opinions.

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on...

Arcane is an advanced form of doomed by the narrative/doomed from the beginning because the show is trying so hard to create...

On discord a few days ago I was saying that while "resolve love triangles with polyamory!!" is trendy at the moment, most of the...

Clapping and cheering that the lunar lander carrying human remains is experiencing an "anomaly". Navajo Nation said hey we're...

Hollow

Q: May I ask what the 'no sex in space' rant is? Zero G sounds like fun :<

Ironically all 3 of the books I was vaguing in that post for being cozy and charming in a way that bores me uncritically...

Thank you for applying for a library card!

Forget the NYT blorbo review. Forget the time Booklist reviewed a book that was clearly omegaverse. I just encountered the...

I've started noticing content warnings start popping up more frequently in the front of published books, and I'm curious as to...

As a post-mortem, deeply regret the first two because 1) I'm getting constantly corrected due to not covering every contingency in my offhand post and 2) I have to hear about League of Legends. I have no regrets whatsoever about the sex in space rant. Finally can you believe I'd actually forgotten about the mooncourse.

[santae-salt]

When asked why my post was and still is hidden entirely this is what was said:

And my response:

And Tea's message to me/my response for context (note I've gotten no other mail from them):

It feels like they're trying to convict me post mortem to everyone else when I literally have not been told I broke a rule by an admin. I dont know if it's to save face or what, but if a user breaks a rule, they should know first, shouldnt they? And they should know what rule was broken for sure.

I'm wary of the idea that people are taking my expression of discomfort with someone as an outright attack. It's a very immature/insecure mindset and a huge red flag imo. I've been working on a Santae review and holding off to see how they're handling things now that they've outright okay'd censorship of whatever hurts Cj's feelings.

And to say very plainly, I dont blame the mods for any of this or even most of the staff. This is on Cj to handle and he continues to fumble. How can the mods do their job if they're at the whim of vague rules dictated by a mercurial owner? Players in a game are not your friends or your diehard fans, they have every right to voice discomfort and opinions if they're constructive and I maintain that all of my feedback had actionable suggestions-even saying that Cj made me uncomfortable.

-Haven

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[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

The trolley problem in corporate life.

Me in a business review meeting:

Idiot 1: we have to change the process

Me: nope, you have to get your team in order and actually follow it for the process to work. Then give me concrete examples of what is not working so we can improve. And if they don’t have the capabilities and skills to deliver even to the bare minimum standard it’s a you problem. They also need to work on their basic business vocabulary. It is not my responsibility to explain adults and very expensive professionals at that what common words mean.

Idiot 2: the process is bad, cumbersome and it’s too much documentation required.

Me: you haven’t launched a single product in the past ten years. 86% of the post mortem sessions of the past two years are your failed projects. The root cause of each one of them was failure to adhere to the process leading to non-compliance with government agencies, quality controls, financial decisions made by the wrong people failing SOx and a total lack of documentation that would allow us to dispute the patent infringement claims as well as maintain the certifications that cost a lot of time, money and effort to get. I can pull the figures for the money to at went down the drain with all of this if you like me to illustrate it for better understanding.

Idiot 1 and 2: it would be better if take this offline

Me: nope. You were ready to slander me, my competence and expertise in public. We will continue to discuss it in this forum since it is a point in the agenda. We are not dropping because you can’t prove that the process is inherently bad but you exposed yourselves on how incompetent your teams are. And how you are working against my function and failing to lead by example.

And this, kids, is how I solved the trolley problem today.