Thank you for all your hard work, Ponymod and assorted friends. See you in the wide open spaces of eternity.
For a brief, glorious moment, the world was once again reminded of the exploits of John Freeman. I will always treasure the time that our friends out there in the great internet beyond had made a decision ways wherein we once more could do the thing what I just mentioned just now.
Thank you everybird(s and the sun) that dedicated any/all amount of time whatsoever to keeping the memory of John Freeman alive.
You are the true saver of humens.
What a dreadful thing to do.
The bubble liquid comes in what looks like a soda bottle. Truly the 50s were not concerned with their children becoming bubble fountains.
I am now left wondering how the underwater marshy soil has managed to become locked in that position.
It does lead one to wonder why the tools were there in the first place, was the legendary gold-plated sword of someone or other dropped in the middle of town square out of boredom, or was someone buried with it, and this is all we have left.
Curse the inconvenience of impermanent burial sites.
I was about to suggest she looked like some form of watermelon ice-cream, but when I realized she was called Melon Frost I figured that wasn't an accident.
The continued legitimization of the anti-vaccine movement in the US is worrying, I am truly sorry for the preventable loss of human life that will invariably follow if this trend continues.
40 letters with 5 modifiers seems a bit excessive.
I'm hoping that by the guy making the 2 con-langs of the vandull and the Xi'An means that someone entirely different is working on the other languages, several con-langs from completely different people not working in tandem seems like it would be delightfully convergent.
As that one man in that one space station once said: "Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space"
I guess they should be thankful it wasn't a railgun round this time.
I ended up being really fond of the Galactic Whotsit videos. The level of detail was really impressive and it was surprisingly fun to see the game running in some sort of normalcy.
As per the question, I ended up getting like an 18 dollar upgrade to the Sabre that I haven't applied yet.
I mean, it must have been working out for them up until now seeing as they were carrying around more ISK worth of blueprint copies than I can shake a stick at.
Active resist shield tanked Viator with no extenders, nice.
The Mars 7 was presumably retroactively renamed the "whatever" 7 in reference of who/whatever it happens to hit eventually.
"The white man in the presence of the Indian is still mystified by his uncanny ability to make him feel uncomfortable. This may be the image the white man has created of the Indian; his "savageness" has boomeranged and isn't a mystery; it is fear; fear of the Indian's temperament!"
Oh my, Comrade Skeltal has been working out, dual wielding the shoot-bangers like that.
"Commission for Celestia Chest Floof Commission" is probably the most tautologically named commissioning commission I've ever read.
The story of the top comment in there is pretty great.
Oh god I'd forgotten the Swiss Army Knife of Hate. I am always surprised when some internet commenter goes and says something racist/sexist, and the rest of their posting history is just a rainbow of hate. You very rarely see someone that's JUST a homophobe or JUST a racist on the internet, I'm still not sure how that works out.
"The multinational corporations these oligarchs run love the profits generated from the female tendency towards conspicuous “keeping up with the Jones’s” consumption. Men’s more reasonable purchase decisions are less desirable. Therefore the oligarchs benefit most if they can put a woman in charge of a man’s hard won dollars."
Hahahahahaha
Oh my god yes, sir Redditor, tell me how your 4500€ PC is a "reasonable purchase" and therefore completely different from the FEEMALES' conspicuous consumption.
Don't you mean DICTATORESS!? (Le clever reference to your source's handle)
"Why were you in Detroit?"
What.
Clearly what we need to do is make diagnosing illnesses as interesting as playing fetch! But how...
"The new study, published in Journal of Breath Research, shows that dogs fare poorly when asked to sniff out lung cancer in actual screening situations—despite their uncanny ability to sniff out certain cancers. It’s not their sniffing skills that’s the problem, but canine tendencies—like distraction and boredom—that cause them to lose focus and make mistakes. Simply put, they’re not great at being clinicians."
Damnit Puppy MD., stay focused!
I really liked "I eat a vegetarian diet, so I don’t have to worry about food poisoning."
It's like yeah I can't get food poisoning, vegetables are healthy after all.



My Little PonyFarewell, Imzy, which kept our souls safe. One last song of parting, to wish this wonderful site goodbye...May 31 at 6:28 PM




