Thordros [he/him, comrade/them]

Look up the stuff Alex Hirsch has been putting out over the last decade.

It’s Gravity Falls, and a background role producing The Owl House. Great shows! The LGBT representation in the latter goes hard, and I love everybody involved pushing back hard on Disney to make it happen.

Anyways, I actually meant Seymour Hersh. I just typed it wrong at first, but I felt compelled to gush about some incredible kids shows with great messages.

The US did it and Norway helped.

All of them, I think.

That’s the gag, I think. The clock is fundamentally broken.

I honestly couldn’t tell you exactly which game that hooked me for life. My first exposure was when I spent summers with my grandparents on their farm.

Grandpa and I would ride his trike out to the fields, and we’d… do stuff? To the plants? I don’t really remember the work.

I do remember that work ended at noon, and we zipped into town on the trike. And we went to the pub. Grandpa would get me a root beer, and we’d split a poutine. Then he’d give me a roll of coins. I can go nuts on the arcade machines, he can have way too many beers, and WE DON’T TELL GRANDMA.

Anyway, a half century later I’m a recovering alcoholic. Good times!

I’ve only played around 1500 hours of Factorio. Since I’m still a noob, can you give me some sites where I can read about expansion content?

SMB3 was the first game I ever where I won a regional speedrun competition. It was 1992 I think? I blasted Bowser in around 15 minutes on stage, in front of all my friends. I was the coolest kid in school for a couple days.

Yes. Now post a picture of your hog.

pinball

How the fresh fuck is this even a thing still? Even back in the 90’s I heard dudes making gags about “Uncle Ben Hot Rods”. You know. RICE IT UP!

GET IT? They’re shitty race cars made by a shitty race who only makes cheap stuff!

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Keep fighting the good fight, comrade.

A fascist posted today—did YOU?

Called it.

You don’t get to be a billionaire by paying for NFL Sunday Ticket. Embrace hustle and grind culture!

This ain’t me!

Okay, so:

Direct cremation is a very specific thing that morticians are obligated to provide, at risk of losing their license if they refuse. It costs less than a thousand bucks (but usually a lot less), and they don’t make a lot of money off of it. So, they’re unlikely to offer that service unless you use those specific words: DIRECT CREMATION.

What that means is your body is cremated, and your loved ones get your remains back in a plastic bag in a box. They can spread your ashes wherever you want. Or flush you down the toilet. But they probably shouldn’t do that, because there’s bits of bone in there and that would be really awkward to explain to a plumber. But you get the idea.

Funeral directors will attempt to take advantage of your family’s grief to upsell them on virtually everything imaginable. I mean, you loved X, didn’t you? Don’t they deserve the best? They’re monsters. When my brother died our parents were ready to hand over $15,000 to those ghouls for nothing. I intervened, and the same service they wanted was possible for around $800.

Fuck funeral homes.

A direct cremation plan. And instructions to not have your ashes interred in a graveyard or funeral home. It’ll save your loved ones thousands of dollars, and save them from being exploited by the multi-billion dollar funeral industry.