I wonder what Hilton Corporate (at (972) 383-1400, option 3) would think of your comment.

If you liked FOMT/the idea of farming games in general, you would probably like Stardew. IMHO, it is really good at balancing things so that you aren’t locked into optimizing anything - you could farm minimally and focus on the social elements and have a good time too. The stuff in the meme doesn’t feel too much like pressure, because you’ll just naturally encounter everything by the end of year one and know how to find it by the end of year two for the community center (the main goal of the game), and if you want to optimize everything for cash you can buy out an equivalent “win.” It’s very sandbox-y.

Unlike the Harvest Moon games, gender doesn’t matter for who you marry, which is something I personally always enjoy in a “cozy” game. There’s even a cute option where you can chose to move in a monster as a friend instead of choosing to get married.

One of the funniest things I’m noticing on my current play through is that the easiest way to romance the alcoholic is to give him alcohol. The quickest way to consistently casually gain a bunch of hearts is to hang out at the bar every night and give everyone there a beer.

Similar to Harvest Moon, with a good dash of influence from the Rune Factory side series specifically. It was originally made to fill in the farming game niche - hard to imagine now, but there was a time period where there weren’t good new farming sims coming out.

FYI: the new Harvest Moon games have zero to do with the people who made the original Harvest Moon. The localizers got the rights to the “Harvest Moon” name and started making garbage slop farming games to take advantage of the name recognition.

The original creators are making games under the “Story of Seasons” name, including Switch remakes of Friends of Mineral Town and A Wonderful Life.

My immediate thoughts were:

1 - narcissism. This is a no brainer populist thing to say, and he likes the adulation.

2 - he’s being prepped to be a fall guy, and pissing off the medium rich Republicans/donors, so that he can be decried as a “socialist” (and whatever crimes in the Epstein files can thus be tied to “socialism”) when Vance takes over to be Peter Thiel’s bitchboy

With a helicopter, I think you also need to be actively suicidal.

This is supposedly a face picture.

Edit: this second photo was apparently AI.

Isn’t this kinda omitting the fact Pu Yi ruled Manchukuo before the whole “reeducation camp” thing?

You realize that humans and gorillas have very different social dynamics? Can we drop the stupid pseudoscience?

It’s more that before, women couldn’t get fucking bank accounts or hold most jobs, which meant that marriage for them was a matter of survival. Now, women are able to support themselves and get to choose whether they want to be in relationships are not.

With therapy you are a professional who is understood and respected as a professional. With sex work you are understood as a societal problem and being outed as having done sex work can harm other future career prospects.

There’s a scene in the novel The Orphanmasters Son where the main character jerks off male cows to get enough calories to survive a North Korean camp. It broke my suspension of disbelief, tbh.

You’ve caught me. This shitpost is part of my veiled conspiracy to increase oat milk sales using a diegetically attractive Santa Claus. It’s part of my cults plan to ensure the growth of the Quaker Man, who we keep in an underground vat we will eventually use to achieve the apocalypse.

Legit. Gotta be fresh, homemade stuff can be slimy. But oat milk is dank.

Rowling has spent tons of money petitioning the UK Supreme Court to basically make existing as a trans person in public illegal. She’s got more money than some cities do.

Like, legally, there is no where a trans man can piss in the UK. Not allowed in the women’s, not allowed in the men’s. Just got piss yourself.

[Transcript]

“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.

As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.

James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”

“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”

James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.

“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.

"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”

"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.

“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.

"Make me.”

“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.

The Brightest Light of Sunshine

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?

Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.

Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.

This is book 2 in a published series.

They’ve already massively cut off funding for public outreach, and a lot of firings across the board. This administration has absolutely fucked over NASA already.

This study is taking place in West Africa. They are denying children Hep B vaccinations when something like a tenth of the population has Hep B.

This is like the Tuskegee study, but worse.

Seriously, fuck the CIA for fake vaccines in Pakistan.