God forbid they don’t air The Daily Show. Trevor Noah needs a break to go hang out with Russell Peters, I hear they get along really well.

D. A Metroidvania with roguelike elements.

It’s actually such an old tradition that the real reason for it is lost in time, but some say it was the day that some peasants were invited to a feast and they were fed a dish that was cheap and filling (gnocchi), others, and others say it became a tradition because the day is at the end of the month and by then…

I might be a writer that can’t get work with a masters was a waste of money with an very bad ex, but damn can i cook... for 1.

I’ll make a batch with nutmeg to try at some point. I can’t say I’ve ever used nutmeg for much besides pie crust.

Thank you! Cooking is the only thing keeping me sane during an extremely difficult time in my life.

I’ve heard of nutmeg being used by some people, though I’ve personally never tried it. I guess the equivalent for me is using a touch of black pepper.

Instant potatoes for gnocchi? Finally a chance to use the term “triggered”.

Nice try every bully ever. My irrational fear of large insects that makes me break out in am instant sweat and hyperventilate is gonna stay a secret... Damn it!

Earthworm Jim positions itself largely as a work of satire seeking to upend various side scrolling tropes of the time. It follows the titular character on a quest to save Princess What’s-Her-Name. This calls the tired damsel trope by explicitly positioning the princess as an afterthought.

If I could sell my Atari 2600 Jr. for $3,000 I’d do it in a heartbeat.

I want to like those Sony headphones, but I could never get used to on-ear. Good price though...

I want to like those Sony headphones, but I could never get used to on-ear. Good price though...

That’s a well-thought-out and well reasoned strategic analysis of a map in a game where I get called “gay” or “beta cuck” by children for not using my special move at the time they wanted.

I unlocked competitive play a couple of days ago and still haven’t touched it because I’m afraid of being yelled at by little racist high-pitched voices more than I am in arcade mode.

If my dad spent as much time doing my cosplays as he does being a manipulative asshole, I would have a movie scale model of the Pacific Rim robot.

... Lactose intolerance is a harsh mistress.

Little fingering, indeed.