I miss r/stunfisk. Probably the best in-humor I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in.
I miss r/stunfisk. Probably the best in-humor I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in.
I’m Indian, and pretty much anybody who comes over is Indian too, and almost every time we have someone over its like 30 minutes from first goodbye to actually leaving. I love it, but it can get annoying.
“Unfortunate” doesn’t begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don’t see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won’t get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I’ll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
Started listening to Buddy Holly by Weezer ironically for the meme edits some months ago, now Weezer is my favourite band.
I too would want a waifu composed of one of the largest bodies of human knowledge ever
First I’ve seen gyatt on the Fediverse. My life is complete.
So I’m actually an immigrant (Indian) but I came over super young so I guess it counts. WhatsApp with family, normal SMS for everything else. If I could, I would use Signal for everything but it’s kind of hard to get your massive Indian family to all switch from something they’ve used for a decade and a half.
Hmm, I’ve never heard the part where going against the universe creates unhappiness. Maybe I should read a bit more in depth. Thanks for the explanation.
“Unfortuante” doesn’t begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don’t see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won’t get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I’ll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
Weezer - Pork and Beans is a really interesting snapshot of YouTube in the late 2000s; you see all the big people of the day doing trends of the day while singing with the members of Weezer. If that doesn’t sound awesome, I don’t know what is. Plus Hero by the same band is a really interesting pandemic video that is one of the few “artist tries to relate to normal people during lockdown” things which actually work.
If you couldn’t tell, Weezer is my favorite band.
This sounds a lot like absurdism, especially the “nothing matters so I can do whatever I want”.
r/NonCredibleDiplomacy and r/weezer. Two subs with insanely specific humor that I loved.
Where do marble statue pics go on this?
Weezer - Pork and Beans. As someone who wasn’t even alive during the era of YouTube when it came out, it is really mesmerizing seeing that day’s stars all in one place. Not to mention the actual video is super funny and well done. The ending scene is so cathartic. Plus the song itself is cathcy and has a nice message.
We won’t go quietly, the Legion can count on that.
Jeera rice with literally anything is my jam. Basmati is cool once in a while, but I just can’t get used to it.