Did you quietly apologize to the pork?

I got cold-called by one of those “We’ll buy your house!” scam outfits one time asking if I was interested in selling my modest single-story, two bedroom / one bathroom house.

Me: Not really!

Them: Well, if you were going to, what price would you hope to get?

Me: You know what, let’s say five million dollars.

Them: Uh… is this the house at [my address]?

Me: Sure is!

Them: And… five million? You’re firm on that?

Me: Well, anything is negotiable, of course. I’ve got to go now, bye!

And I just really hope that I wasted a little bit more of their time that day, but if someone were to make a horrible paperwork error and accidentally offer me five million dollars for a house worth a fraction of that, that’s really on them, I’d say.

Those hares were fast as lightning!

Detroit would be a bit of a journey:

Empty - Small Shack - Huge Skyscraper - Dilapidated Ruin - Empty.

Aw, I remember hearing about these years ago and thinking that investing in a cask of booze sounded so much cooler and more real than investing hallucinatory financial instruments or whatever.

I’m out of the loop. Is this ball balancing image a political metaphor with which I’m not familiar, or is this just demonstrating the weird arbitrary limitations put on AI image generators?

Word Crimes for taking a song about dubious consent and changing it into a legitimately educational song.

That doesn’t sound fair to Greenland if/when Trump loses.

Three German engineers at the very peak of giddy anticipation about to introduce their crowning achievement to a cheering crowd:

That sounds awesome, and isn’t that terribly expensive, honestly. My wife and I went on a similar route road trip for our honeymoon a few years ago and it was in that same ballpark of cost, between car rental, hotels, and other expenses.

Money is no object?

Alpha Centauri. Build a spacious and comfortable Orion Drive ship for me and a few thousand of my best friends to go on a nice long trip.

/nottheonion

The idea did occur that I’d better be damn sure that I like whatever honey I’ll be eating for the rest of my life.

The flak canon was a ton of fun, but I have a special fondness for the slime gun. Primary fire leaving a bunch of slime balls around was hilarious, as was running around with the secondary charged up, just hoping to run face first into someone and fire it at point-blank range, killing you both. Strategic or tactically sound? No. But hilarious.

A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other invention with the possible exceptions of handguns and Tequila.

—Mitch Ratcliffe

Don’t get me started on Horizon: Forbidden West. It was a beautiful game. It also had every gameplay problem the first one did, and added several more to boot. The last half of the game was fucking tedious, and I basically finished it out of spite.

Named official envoy to… Romania, so that he can go back and pick right up where he left off, except now he’ll have diplomatic immunity.

I swear I saw a chart where a DM could roll to choose from a list of heartbreaking things to find in a dead NPC"s pockets. Stuff like the letter from OP, a small stuffed animal, a certificate showing that the NPC was a noteworthy donor to the local orphanage, that sort of thing. Baldur’s Gate 3 is absolutely riddled with these things.

There’s no fucking way that a kid raised from infancy like Harry was, in a abusive hateful household that treated him like dirt, would have enough strength of character to pull shit like the “Give it here, Malfoy” scene after having been out of the Dursley household for less than a couple weeks. Think about how the Dursleys would have reacted every time young Harry tried to stand up for himself. It would have been nonstop physical and mental abuse, all aimed at making him more subservient. It would take a miracle for a kid like that to be even vaguely functional as a person, and he certainly wouldn’t have the ability to stand up for himself, let alone others.

I dunno, “Hey, you two make sieg heils while I take a picture” isn’t very guileful, it’s pretty much right out there. There’s no mistaking the hand gesture.