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  • That’s the point.

    Set the bar low, but just high enough that tons of people still trip over it.

    Sit back and enjoy the comment wars.

    The people who are confident but wrong are too proud to admit they were wrong even if they realize it, and comment angrily.

    The people who are right and know why, comment for corrections and some to show off how S-M-R-T they are.

    The people who are wrong but willing to accept that just have their realization and probably don’t think about it again. So do the people who don’t know and/or care.

    But those first two groups will keep the post going in both shares and comments, because “look at all these wrong people”

    It’s all designed to boost engagement.






  • Ooh how many times have you heard that it’s somehow your fault for not doing enough to get anyone else elected, your fault for not having a degree, your fault for not seeing this coming 10 years ago and making plans then, or your fault for being a dirty American who is American and therefore deserves all the bad things happening?

    I’ve gotten all these, and more.

    My personal favorite was being told in the same conversation by two different Canadians, that I should move to Canada, AND that Canada doesn’t need some “backwards ass hillbilly trash who wants to fuck his guns as much as his sister” because I mentioned I have family, no college education, and firearms.

    Personally I’d prefer to move to an EU country, but if the US ever really did want to invade Canada, I’d want to be there to help defend Canada. You know, with my guns. I’ve inherited quite a few, have training to use them, and am absolutely willing to train minorities on their use to defend against fascist racist phobic pieces of human refuse.

    So basically for one reason or another, country on the planet seems to want someone like me.

    Instead we get to sit here, in this shit hole country. Grasping at anything to try and help pull it back from the massive sinkhole it’s slipping into. Hoping that enough people help us to make a difference.

    I don’t think there’s a relevant peanuts panel for this…







  • A lot of comments here are displaying their ignorance of nuclear technology.

    Keep eating up the oil company talking points, I guess. “hey guys remember those nuclear meltdowns from outdated reactors that had all kinds of things going wrong because of poor design and decision making, most of which is no longer an issue? Yeah things blow up so better keep chugging away at those fossil fuels while we sabotage any investments into renewables”

    I mean goddamn, the “worst” disaster in the USA was a big nothing burger that was sensationalized by newspapers that knew how to sell a headline, and oil companies that knew how to leverage any sort of negative press to their advantage.

    When the fallout from nuclear disasters doesn’t come close to the amount of radiation out off by burning and refining fossil fuels, there is no argument.



  • Miles O'Brien@startrek.websitetoLemmy Be Wholesome@lemmy.worldDnD is for EVERYONE
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    I know a woman who doesn’t stutter, but has some pretty severe social anxiety. Among other problems.

    She began playing a game much like D&D but uses cards for various actions (my parents knew the game creators so we always played that with their game groups instead of D&D)

    Super shy and quiet when she started coming to the games, and she didn’t know anyone there. She just saw the sign for the group and decided to stop in (the sign basically says “welcome in, ask questions, stay for a game or two” ) and stuck around. We figure she mostly stayed for the free food.

    Once we started playing this not-D&D game, she decided to join during session 2 after observing sessions 0/coordinating/creating and session 1. Had a full character with cards ready to go, even though she hadn’t approached any of us about how to make a character or play, she was not only spot on from the start, she (in a good way) absolutely would not shut up while playing.

    Her character is (I think) everything she wants to be. She’s popular, she’s outgoing, as quick with her dagger as she is with her tongue. Basically a rogue/bard wombo combo of charisma and extroversion.

    At first nothing changed. The moment the game ends, she shuts down and goes back in her shell.

    Then slowly as we wrapped up game sessions, she would begin chatting with her seat neighbors.

    Then she started showing up early to sessions when it’s just a bunch of socializing.

    Then after awhile, she basically just stayed in character after the games, showed up to sessions already in-character.

    After about 6 months she stopped us as we were breaking things down, and had an entire prepared speech where she thanked the group for giving her something to live for.

    Apparently she was not only homeless when she first came in, she was suicidal. She just wanted a place to sit and not be judged. Then she noticed we had food. Of course everyone always greets people when they come in and offer any snacks they want. She came back for the snacks. Then she came back for the vibes. Then the game.

    She could barely speak to people before she started playing. Panic attacks when she tried. Her character is confident, and when playing with us she feels like she’s confident too.

    Now she pretends like she’s her character in her daily life. She got a job at the library we played in every few weeks. She got an apartment, got a bicycle to get around quicker. Made friends outside of work and the games group.

    I can’t remember her name, this was almost 20 years ago now, but I will ask my parents about her, I’m curious how her life turned out. I was a teenager and barely cared about some so story that wasn’t my own (cue emo music and it’s not a phase mom) but I’m sure they remember her.

    I continued to see her every so often around town when she stopped coming to the games after moving, but she didn’t go back to the library any of the times I was there.

    You never know how small a gesture might completely change someone’s life, whether it’s a huge lifestyle change or just someone being a bit more outgoing in certain situations.




  • I actually used a similar process to make the paper for my wife’s leatherbound journal.

    Except I used a regular blender (you’re right about the pain to clean)

    Then grabbed a large rectangular plastic container and filled it with about a gallon of unsweetened, extra strong tea, and poured out the goopy almost-paper.

    After sloshing things around to thin out the paper, I used a mesh screen secured to a rectangular frame, a4 size… Ish… To pull out a thin layer of pulp that’s now a browner tint thanks to the tea.

    Once this drains of water for about 30 seconds, enough to keep together, I flip it onto some cotton fabric, and cover it with another sheet of cotton.

    Layer about 5 or 6 of these, then I use two boards with a 6mm threaded rod in each corner to sandwich the cotton/pulp stack.

    Tighten the bolts on the rod and squeeze the ever-loving shit out of the whole thing, which gets rid of almost all the water.

    Then I peel everything layer by layer, and let the foldable-but-weak proto-paper dry out on a wooden board overnight.

    The result is fairly smooth, but textured with whatever it was pressed with, paper that looks like it belongs in a medieval fantasy rpg.

    I’ve also press dried flowers, made a super thin layer of pulp, tossed a couple petals in, and finished the pulp layer to make embedded flower pedals. Those can be hard to keep nice the way I do it but the result is an invitation or event card that you don’t want to give away. I haven’t used it for any journal projects because it doesn’t stand up to flexing very well.

    If anyone is interested I can take a couple pics of the journal when I get home. I have no pics of the process, unfortunately. I’ll have to make more this summer.