Killer Klowns From Outer Space needs no defending. It’s just a terrible great time.

Sir Terry Pratchett. Actually, probably counts as multiple because the opening to The Shepherds Crown makes me bawl like a child, and it’s pretty much a step-by-step guide for mourning.

Discworld has been my comfort series for a long time. I have read most of the books more times than I can count. Spent months tearing through multiple a day.

Of course, his condition was known amongst the fans, we had all known it was going to be sooner than later, but it felt like a long chapter of my life was closed. I had looked forward to every release, cherished them. The man’s work had been beside me through some of the hardest times, always bringing a smile back to my face.

We have three options here:

All dairy products are actually non-dairy equivalents that happened to just take the original names.

There are equally intelligent milk-producing species that either keep themselves in a milk producing state or are otherwise forced into said state.

Or

There is an unseen slave caste of lesser intelligent members of species that are harvested for their products.

Pretty often. I remember when I first came out exploring my gender identity, getting active on the Trans subs, I got hit by at least a couple. Felt really shitty, and wasn’t an uncommon issue from the complaints I saw surrounding it.

Technically speaking, working. But given that it takes at least 45 minutes to start on my next step, and there’s also inventory prep going on, I’m hiding out of the way for as long as possible.

I had to borrow a car, it was going to be a 20 minute round trip, person and I sit roughly the same way, so I didn’t think to adjust the seat. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, just not exactly right.

Ended up pinching a nerve in my back. Could barely move for 3 days, had to delay starting a job because of it.

The Absolute universe would kill it as an animated series. They’re doing some top tier work with those books.

Wonder Woman at the very least deserves it. It’s been great seeing her get more positive attention, and this incarnation of her character has been one of the best.

Nah, even Satan is uncomfortable looking at that one. Sacrifice not accepted. In fact, resurrected.

It can also depend on the meow.

I know the difference between chatty/playful meows and “I’m scared” meows for my lot. I’ll sleep through the first, but the second rips me out of my sleep. I can’t sleep for shit through thunderstorms anymore because one gets absolutely terrified and fearcries.

I don’t think Buddy needs the nicotine vape.

Get this poor boy some CBD chews. He is not comfortable with his new job.

Obama has already won the war. Now is the time for patience as everyone else realizes.

He’s sad, for he knows his fate.

I view it like the “discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt”. I still really don’t want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she’s out here on the fucking daily with her shit.

Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You’re either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.

Eh, it’s kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don’t feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.

I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.

Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something… More.

I’ve always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.

That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.

I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.

“Who found a new way into the trash?”

Doesn’t matter what I do, someone is finding a way in there to see if there’s anything left in a food can.

Damn, that’s been the problem.

I’ve been taking whichever fork Saria’s Song was coming from.

Goes to show how well my memory works, I genuinely thought it was supposed to still be a thing in 1 but the official deal fell through until 2.

The official shoes of Sonic, at least during the Adventure era.