Thanks! I'm supposed to be dead and I still get to read silly internet things; I'm better than okay.

I've only done shrooms once, and I probably did more than was wise; I was totally insane for twelve hours. I convinced myself that Eric Satie was a whale. I felt like I was surrounded by monumental, invisible creatures of great spiritual significance. The natural world was so beautiful that I had to look at it in a…

Yeah, I've lived in this city my entire 31-year life (yikes, mortality!), and I've never heard anyone say the words "tavern style," though I occasionally see it written on a sign. Maybe it's more of a South side thing?

"The notion of a game where Hitler is some machiavellian secret master buys into this demonization entirely."

Yes, but sadly the optimal play (especially at low player counts) is often outing yourself as the traitor and just placing catapults every turn, which is boring.

Don't worry—he's responded to at least one person he 'blocked', so future reconciliation may be possible!

I would recommend Shiga's Meanwhile…, a choose-your-own-adventure comic that's built around some genuinely staggering scifi ideas. It's also an interesting object—I believe finalizing the layout took a supercomputer.

Yes. As my brother said, the only twist is the twist of the knife.

'Gunsel' has an interesting etymology; if you didn't know, it was a slang term for a young gay man (it's Yiddish for 'gosling') that Dashiell Hammett snuck past an editor when he was serializing The Maltese Falcon, knowing that it would be misunderstood as relating to guns.

"lol, I'm about as empathetic as it gets"
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Being robbed by two high school kids with knives was alternately terrifying and exasperating—they were totally terrible at crime—until one of them broke multiple bones in my face, at which point it moved to completely exasperating (it turns out that getting your face shattered doesn't hurt as much as you might think).

Thirded! I will always treasure my memories of hanging out with you, @024anaujiraM:disqus, reading Orc Stain and Prophet for hours. And, to get momentarily dark (but don't worry, my survival chances are ~100&), I'd also like to thank you for being there for me during my recent rounds of chemo—the anti-emetics and…

Don't be so hard on yourself.

*pops in audio book*
Wait, THIS is what the volume knob's for?

You may have thought this recommendation passed unread into the void, but I've read three months of this blog today, and I'd like to thank you for mentioning it. I think I may have accidentally become a Garfield fan.

I wish I could play that game without looting every single chest, but I would feel like I was playing suboptimally, so instead I burst into people's houses like some beggar gestapo looking for broken rakes and rotten meat. Did you think you could hide these Dwarven Spirits from me?!

I, too, completely deny the sandwichiness of hot dogs, and it took me a while to formulate a rule that agreed with my intuition. My working criterion for now is that to be a 'sandwich', the slice in the bread has to be parallel to the floor, which eliminates sausages in buns and little else—possibly Italian combos,…

He's just as good a singer as Caruso. You have to listen closely, but he hits all those notes, and he can hold his breath three times as long if he wants to.

I got the album via an iOS app called Spinrilla—I think it was up there even when it was exclusively streaming on Apple Music, but I may have just downloaded it in a weird window before they removed it. It seems to be up now.

Fucking Maurice.