I’ve been seeing a LOT of AI slop garden flags and a couple of holiday banners on garage doors. The most egregious of the latter was large enough to cover a 2 car garage door and featured an anthropomorphic scarecrow bending forward while holding onto it’s upper thighs. Both obviously slop due to the muddled cartoony nature and weirdly provocative.

Worse was going to a Christmas craft fair and seeing multiple vendors selling such slop. Nightmare Before Christmas flags that had a mostly consistent Jack, but the various Sally depictions ranged from mostly accurate to generic pretty goth girl that was vaguely made up to look like her.

The worst betrayal since losing his space sword.

Oh your god, that’s hilarious!

Economical. I won’t ask about the provenance or origin of said toes as it’s none of my concern.

Two of your own toes or owl toes?

You’re like the giving tree!

Elan Sleazebaggano

Icosahedron would be more aesthetically pleasing. Not to mention helpful for initiative rolls.

I honestly love that he’s a kooky old guy who literally has people send him frozen turkey carcasses at he can make stock. He has at least a freezer full of them.

Michael Dukakis, famous hoarder of turkey carcasses.

Bravo, you magnificent bastard.

Played from a friends and family alpha (October 2003) until 2021, a little before the big scandals started hitting the public. Rather ironic that the mediocre state of the game and not the nightmare culture is what drove me away.

I think about the good times only when I see it in the news for whatever new expansion they’re pushing. I was in the same guild for almost the entire time, and stay in contact with a handful of them.

Other than that, just a forgotten relic.

It was bonkers this year!

In excess of 650 candy given out, though not my usual Famous Amos packs (wildly more expensive than last year). A solid wall of kids and families from 7-8:30 when we ran out.

I do go crazy for decorating and candy delivery mechanism.

Scientific rigor in one aspect of life does not preclude magical thinking in another. Sadly.

Healthy skepticism is a lifestyle.

She’s always been a believer in magical nonsense. My dad is a hardcore Catholic… to the point where he had to make sure there was a church nearby when he want on vacations around the world, which they did quite frequently. My mother is an irreligious Jew who believes in ANY kind of woo based bullshit she stumbles across. Astrology, psychic healing, seeing auras, channeling. All of the major bullshit that came to prominence in the new age movement (thanks Ms Blavatsky).

As such, I believe in nothing of the metaphysical nor spiritual. It’s all copium against the glory of our universe that cares nothing for our existence.

Definitely strains of my stepdaughter and her son.

I don’t know if/where he is on the spectrum, though there’s definitely a dash of undiagnosed bipolar with a heavy dose of self medication now. But as a kid, his rage issues were attributed to a WIDE variety of causes:

• autism
• oppositional defiance disorder
• ADHD
• gluten allergy
• some sort her doctor ordered during her c-section
• etc

Ignoring that most of it stemmed from abandonment issues with her. She only paid attention when he had a meltdown, so he very quickly figured out that it was the surefire way to get something from her.

All so she could feel less guilty about being a miserable parent. Yay.

It certainly was.

Much worse is that she wasn’t just some dyed in the wool hippie, but a fairly well known microbiologist. So she had at least a passing acquaintance with the scientific method.

At least she got me vaccinated.

Agreed on the first season. I enjoy the other hosts on the network, but enough of the roundtable of them on the current incarnation if ICHH are sort of meh.

Speaking of which, does anyone remember when Brandon Johnson (aka the badass mayor of Chicago) and Robert had a podcast still under Cracked?

That’s my mother in a nutshell.

TBI when I was 7, surgery was scheduled to reduce swelling on my brain, and she instead opted to feed me smoothies of nothing but raw spinach and water. Also took me to some kind of new age healer.

So yeah, thanks mom.

Sounds like one of the cats I got after Minnie.

Buttons isn’t as tiny, but still fairly wee at 9lbs. And at 16 she still runs around, especially when being chased by the poop demon. Her recently deceased brother was between 15-18lbs and shaped like a pug.

My little void passed almost 13 years ago at the ripe old age of 21 (almost 22). She was a fantastic mouser and the tiniest cat I’ve ever had at 6 pounds.