One rich asshole called Lauden Ebon.
One rich asshole called Lauden Ebon.
Same idea as “the cloud.” You’d draw a diagram and the arrows would eventually go to a squiggly representation of someone else’s problem.
Avatar and icon were similarly stolen from mysticism.
unit tests
You have the bard’s attention.
The instructions are helpfully printed on the scroll.
Trapped wizard: “… how the fuck do I pronounce :q!
?”
Lossy compression feels like cheating:
It’s a fnord. A meaningless trigger for a conditioned fear response.
Enough creators I follow are coming out as trans that I wonder if I’m missing something about myself. I don’t think it’s me… but if not, I sure can pick 'em.
Admittedly the rate among webcomic artists is through the fucking roof.
If you have to ask, whatever you’ve done is a sin.
It is buck wild that these networks can generate shitty English by sight alone. These aren’t the robots that scanned all the books in the library. This is purely visual.
It almost sounds wrong without the hit markers and low-health beeps.
Thumbnail looks like a horny cacodemon.
Gradually gliding into a gaseous cloud that the sun lights up would be genuinely fascinating, but still probably kill everyone. Pros and cons.
… would it affect the northern hemisphere first? I have no idea which direction the solar system actually proceeds.
They look fine. Maybe some rosemary? Decently browned, too. All I’d worry about is “new potatoes” getting gummy when slow-cooked.
Garlic powder and salt when they come out, spritz of lemon, she’ll be right.
“Why do you want that?”
Incorrect. Next.
I’d guess that we’d probably wind up turning ourselves into the largest explosion that humanity has ever observed in the universe.
With front-row seats.
On that note: heap sort and total order.