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Messages - Jubal

#1
"80 in 1 shower gel: it's hair, body, conditioner, toothpaste, motor oil..."



"Kjelda's face has a set of expressions going across it that suggest she's googling couches."



"What should I imagine when I envisage an oscillating penis?"



"I know we're Dutch, but you can't be that Dutch."
#2
"You said babies are protein!"
#3
"The fires are probably not set by killer whales."
"We've not confirmed whether the fires were set by orcas."
"It would be a difficult thing for them to orca-strate."



"Are you trying to teach killer whales how to do arson?"



"It's looking good for the squid, actually"



"this one specific squid, albert"



"are there even 700 people left on facebook? "
#4
Ooh, I like it! Feels kinda in the same vein as Strange Horticulture a bit but much more with a "cute forest creatures" aesthetic?

I dropped some money for the early bird game on Kickstarter, I'll have a go at the demo someday soon :)
#5
Because in its view there can only be one kind of pet. All others, like this fiendish "car pet" must be removed!


Why is everything made of floor tiles?

#6
Bell pepper, I would like to not be buried while alive.

Would you rather have magic powers over lemons, or be able to produce fancy plasterwork ceilings with the power of your mind?
#7
Baldur's
#8
bear
#9
I think I'd have to go with the sheep because at least I can see them coming better than the rats? Also, very good pseudo-Fallout concept, I feel like that has legs. Or at least will do until the explosion.

Would you rather a really fancy swivel chair or a not-super-fancy throne?
#10
flow
#11
Honestly if I saw a bear on no-bear island I would increase rather than decrease its star rating
#12
I'm not sure it's solely that, though I don't think you're wrong in broad terms. Partly I think there's a more awkward variance between puppyist types and people with weirder and more individual hobby-horses, but also I think there's other actors in the pool as well now, not least all the stuff that happened in Chengdu which I think is more attributable to Chinese than Western brands of reactionary politics.
#13
It strikes me that the Hugos is probably a perfect problem case for this sort of thing: it has a big enough base of voters and cultural impact to carry prestige, but small enough that it doesn't take immense numbers of votes to swing results. Its voting base is also probably disproportionately composed of people who are genuinely clever enough to have a go at such a thing, but also who know that and less accurately believe themselves to be smart enough to get away with it. It's international which may reduce legal repercussions for tampering with the voting too.
#14
Currency
#15
Poetry and Artistic Writing / Re: Jubal's poems
July 24, 2024, 11:48:37 PM
Boots

And each boot strikes the cobbles and it rhymes
These same old streets I've walked a thousand times
In the candle-light a ringing bell
Sings it's twelve of the clock – and all is well


Memory's a facet of the sole,
That learns the cracks of pavement and pothole
And echoing the whole night long
The gutter sings old drunken songs
That mingle with the night-watch bell-man's toll
(Chorus)

A rich man's boots take seasons to wear through:
A poor man's boots are threadbare when they're new,
I know these streets, their ruts, their tears,
Have soaked my feet for fifty years,
My weekly brush with someone else's shoes
(Chorus)

Between the night and day a watchman stands,
Too often with a weapon in his hands,
Who guards those who have boots to spare's
A guard without a watchman's cares,
No lamp-light's warmth in sneers and cold commands.

And the dying of the bell,
Brings a memory of a smell,
Of piss and blood and lilac flowers,
That mingled in the twilight hours
With pain and waste and care I'd see
The sort of watch my watch would be

So with my lamp I tread these streets until
The dawn, where gold and copper drink their fill,
Where someone needs to care the same
As in the puddle's darkling frame
I watch the watchman wondering who will
(Chorus)


It's twelve of the clock – and all is well