knittycthulhu
KnittyCthulhu
knittycthulhu

Ah the joys of a risky “job” like streaming. Remember, streamers, treat your craft like you would a stock investment. Diversify!

No. Your friends are not the people to help you out of a disease. Professionals are. I can’t help you figure out your insulin or your psych meds or your rehab or your chemo. Once you decide that you’re going to get professional help, I, as a friend, can support you. That’s a valuable role. But if you are in denial

In this case, absolutely. I’m passing and I’ll get over when it is safe to. I don’t sit in the left lane. But the idiot tailgating me is likely going to cut off the person in the right lane and floor it before it is even safe for me to get over. I’ll let them act like an idiot. If I get over the second I can safely,

I mean, those are kind of precisely the reasons I want a Bethesda Pirate Game.

....the tree had been dead for two years, so a basic yearly landscape inspection would have prompted a pretty simple “let’s remove the swing attached to the tree that will instantly collapse and kill anyone who swings on it.”

I’ve been working in IT for almost 10 years and I actually dread helping my family or friends of my family with anything computer or even technology related more than users or vendors It’s not because I dislike my family or the idea helping them, it’s because of how un-tech savvy they are, how they are almost unable

Because you have the knack!

“He keeps saying shit like, “but you still love me, right.”

Please don't posts pictures of The Rock, I can't get all flustered and romance-novel sweaty this early in the morning.

She proceeds to explain to him that only a hamburger contains meat, and that a cheeseburger is vegetarian. She says she knows this because she has been to McDonald’s in London literally *hundreds* of times in the last few years, and that a cheeseburger is always vegetarian when she orders one!

The Reuben one reminded me of a story Terry Pratchett told. He said that one jet-lagged evening he accidently asked for Three Mile Island dressing for his salad. The waitress didn’t say a word, just brought him Thousand Island dressing and a bottle of hot sauce.

Not taking chances is when a teacher spots it and doesn’t know what it is, they go for help and get the other kids away from it, investigate (which might even involve calling the cops) and after discovering that it only has clock relevant parts - there are no explosives, the most important part of a bomb, getting back

I am going to start calling my husband my “caliente love bundle.”

it was the anti-skyrim, i loved it and skyrim, but it was very much a focused game where every little place had a lot of dimensionality to it, i remember exploring the quarry, and then doing the jumping puzzles around them, and thinking that in a tes game, there would be 20 of these but each one would be fairly

I am the mother of a child with Aspergers. Though he’s quite chill and polite now, he alternated between an angel and a fucking monster from the time he was born until he was four. Lest you think I’m exaggerating, he exasperated pretty much anyone who had to deal with him during one of his meltdowns.

‘lovingly misplace their respective shit’

My wife and I consistently have discussions as to whether it’s worth going out to eat with our 2 and 4 year old kids. It’s a crap-shoot at this age. Sometimes they’re happy and distractable and other times they’re fairly inconsolable.

They have, Jez covered one a few days ago. But they’re all focused on pointless organicness and girlpower!-twee bullshit, not INTERGALACTIC BLOOD-STAUNCHING BADASSERY. This should be rectified.