Yo im goin in the grain does anyone need anything?
The upside down stuff please
noʎ ɹoɟ uᴉɐɹƃ uʍop ǝpᴉsdn ǝɥʇ ʇoƃ I ʞO
Can you get me some oats?
Of course here you go
I think I dropped a needle in there somewhere. Can you bring it to me if you find it?
I think a little bug is using it like a sword should I ask for it back?
if they’ve got dandelions in stock still I could use them
Yea I buy in bulk from a little bunny in a teeny hat
Cutting right to the chase, obviously Vanessa ended up leaving Dani’s godforsaken purse in the bathroom of the guy she banged last night, and obviously she needs to get it back. And since her usual partner in crime is currently off studying in California, she’s got to enlist outside help.
"When you say partner in crime," Usnavi says, "does that involve any actual legal crimes?"
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“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
which, they later find out, is her second-best record
There was a decent but ultimately forgettable fantasy novel I read a long time ago that had a single moment that stuck with me.
The protagonist has just won the world famous sword fighting competition in the big, rich capital and is talking to his mentor, and says something about being the best swordsman in the world. The mentor frowns and tells him that no, he isn't. He is the best swordsman out of the people that could afford to show up to this tournament. There could be a mercenary way out in the mountains, patrolling a snow encrusted fort's walls that could kick his ass and there was no way to know until he was already losing to the guy.
I think about that a lot, and how for every apparently dominant competitor, there might be a fucking ronin out there somewhere capable of destroying them.
idr if i ever put my matrix of coworker categorisation on here and also the meme was super low-res and i cba to re-do it so! you get a text version instead
if your coworker is NICE and also GOOD AT THEIR JOB that is THE IDEAL SITUATION
if your coworker is RUDE but GOOD AT THEIR JOB that is SOMETHING WE CAN PUT UP WITH
if your coworker is NICE but BAD AT THEIR JOB that is EHHHH LET'S SEE HOW IT PLAYS OUT
if your coworker is RUDE and also BAD AT THEIR JOB that is THE UH-OH ZONE
Projecting my experiences onto him because he's the reason I'm having the experiences in the first place
You may think it's all fun and games. It is, which is why you're allowed to think that 👍