Epstein killed himself and you’re a tedious memebrained dickhead if you think otherwise.

I was denied a mathematics education, for real. I can’t even do long division, nevermind that squiggly F shit. I thought that stuff was only for astrophysicists.

I want to learn basic maths, but I’m in a ‘learned helplessness’ mindset where I can’t even get through basic sums and equations intended for children (I’m old as fuck now).

I was diagnosed with autism a few years back, which kinda made no sense. I would have expected rainman powers, but numbers just don’t jive with my cunt of a brain. Maths is as inscrutable to me as people’s faces or social cues.

I’ll be in high demand for people with calculators 👀

This is the perfect time to recommend the funniest series of games I’ve ever played:

• Four Last Things
• The Procession to Calvary
• Death of the Reprobate (not out yet, but the demo confirms that it is going to be most excellent)

The scene in the OP appears in The Procession to Calvary.

I remember my friend telling me in 2000 that he saw a video at college of a guy having a knife shoved into his neck. I obviously didn’t believe him, and anyway it sounded kinda tame and I wasn’t sure why he was so disturbed by it. So we spent about 2 hours downloading RealPlayer at my house and then the video clip. Genuine trauma ensued. It’s a now-famous video of a Russian soldier being stabbed in the neck and beheaded by Chechen rebels. Turned out to be one of the lesser atrocities from that war caught on film, but it was my first internet-based trauma. The same friend and I goaded each other into clicking on links on Rotten dot com while chatting on MSN Messenger, to let the other person know how fucked up it was and if it was safe to click on the other person’s end.

Then Ogrish dot com came along and all manner of horrors became available. Many more Chechen war atrocities, random murders, executions, the latest beheadings from Iraq, you name it they had it. It was during this period in the early to mid 2000s that I developed a thick callous around my brain which let me view those materials without getting PTSD like I did with that first video.

Occasionally, even that decades-old callous can be penetrated. The creative folks working as chief torturers for the Central and South American drug cartels have really given me a run for my money, in terms of what I can stomach seeing. Every time I thought “well, this has to be the worst thing you can do to a human” they released another video making the previous one look like a merciful death.

The idea of this sort of stuff being one or two clicks away from children is terrifying. Imagine a 6-year-old watching Funkytown. What manner of therapy would you even deploy in such a scenario? “Yes sweetie, sometimes bad men and women like to peel people like meat-bananas, but don’t worry, that won’t happen to you. Anyway, off to bed with ya!” 😬

It’s the paper cut law.

Having your leg wrenched off at the thigh by a syphilitic alligator: 8/10

Banging the back of your head on the corner of the open cupboard door as you stand up from a crouch: 11/10

I can still smell, taste and hear those cassettes…

Makes sense, maybe if the oniony flavour was in little clots floating within the Coke it would work better (just realised how profoundly gross that sounds).

Great answer, makes sense! Cheers.

Every pig they feed in this manner is absorbing the combined knowledge of every pig that preceded it. I look forward to being treated fairly and kindly by our new superintelligent pig race overlords with decades of memories of human depravity and cruelty pre-wired into their brains from birth. I look forward to my very kind and gentle treatment indeed.

bebé: i should not be!

Got my dad a smart watch for crimpus, £25 reduced from £80 because black Friday. Out of curiosity, I checked a price tracker website, where you can see an Amazon product’s price history. It had never been above £30.

Absolute cunts. I thought that shit was illegal, which is why I never bothered to check. Fuck me, it’s like the wild West in there sometimes.

When you see someone using an apostrophe to indicate a plural.

Would like to see footage of said guillotines.

I’m loving the ludicrousness of runtimes in these comments!

I just recently got into Bell Witch, I was surprised by how quickly Mirror Reaper flew by, especially considering the depresso-sadlyface genre, but it was killer. Check it out if you haven’t heard it, don’t be frightened by the single-song format.

Damn, sorry you have to make such efforts, and for so little return. Maybe you can just be straight with him? Not sure how receptive you think he’d be to that. Like “I’m not trying to change your opinions, but you don’t need to bring up cancel culture and wokeness in every conversation, just like I’m not trying to convince you to start transitioning into a lass every time you bring up last night’s football game. Even if I agreed with you 100%, this shit is exhausting.” Or words to that effect.

I’m already anticipating a possible response: “Just because I’m not a sheep like everyone else, content to live in their own little bubble while the world burns around them, doesn’t mean I have to be.” To which I would respond “well, I hope you enjoy being ‘right’ on your own as you eventually push away everyone who has your back in this life, because even the most vicious conservative doesn’t spend 24 hours of his day talking about this shit in conversations that don’t call for it. They have other hobbies and interests, and they have enough self-preservation to know when to stop pushing their beliefs on family and friends.”

Or “yeah, I’m a sheep in a bubble, so can you show me the decency to let me do that in peace? I wanna have a relationship with you, I don’t care that you disagree with me politically, because there’s more to you than who you vote for or what cultural bullshit you’re currently obsessed with. Why can’t you see the same breadth of character in me?”

Sorry for the wall of text, your post may have triggered a few memories from my own life… 🤣

Captain Howdy’s summer home?

Hair shape (curly or straight or somewhere in between) is determined by the follicle, which is itself determined by genetics. Nothing to be done about that, I’m afraid! At least not currently; I’m sure one day in the future we will be able to alter our genes on-the-fly, but until 2077, we’re stuck with our old hair-straighteners.