It would be really nice if Madam (Self) Loathing came back from her vacation as Madam Self Awareness. A blooming sense of self awareness would be really appropriate for this stage in Elias Hodge’s life; let him really take inventory of where he was, where he is, and where he’s going.
Imagine if Raphaniel Charlock finds out where his visions come from and it’s this ancient deity adjacent to the hungry one.
They dare not speak its name.
Insinkerator the Screeching One.
Yes, the “We can’t just not look, can we?” scene in Those Old Scientists is hilarious but imagine the Department of Temporal Investigations began to refer to that as the “Boimler Maneuver” or alternatively the “Shy Pisser Maneuver”.
Because that’s very much what it is. It’s an entire room full of people standing in a corner of the room, trying not to look, while you do your business. It just so happens that that business is utilizing methods and technology from the future
It would be very on brand for Boimler that when he finally gets a maneuver named after him it’s also called the “Shy Pisser Maneuver”, forever branding him a shy pee’er regardless of whether he is one or not.
How do you think I felt passing by this on the bus through Harvard Square and getting the idea for this post?
Gorgug: TEEN-AGE-ers.
Telemaine Lomenelda:
Posted this everywhere else so i’ll post it here too: Game Changer episode where everyone’s a puppet
I can't believe I have to just live my life like I didn't just see an impromptu pro-wrestling match in the middle of a D&D game.
Fun fact: while doing research for this post (a perfectly normal thing to do) I learned that to make prune juice, you must first dehydrate the plums, rehydrate them, and then juice them, meaning both Boimler families would have to dry out fruit regardless. Do with this information what you will.
I’m imagining a scenario in which Boimler meets Worf and introduces himself as Ensign Boimler, and Worf says he recognizes him and Boims gets excited for a second until Worf explains that he recognizes the name Boimler from the brand of prune juice that comes from Bradward’s family’s vineyard.
You heard it here folks, we need every single piece of non-18+ art to be nightshaded as foot fetish art, and every 18+ art to be nightshaded as bored ape NFTs. Oh, they’re trying to create cool concept art for their world, but don’t want to pay an artist? Foot licking. They want to take advantage of the infinite novelty of generative neural networks to titillate themselves? Bored ape. They were the ones who screamed themselves blue in the face claiming those things weren’t dogshit ugly.
Local man discovers lava is hot.
Look, all I’m saying is—