I’m currently in NC which while it’s not currently as harmful to trans folk as other southern states, the legislation is starting to lean in that direction. I’m trying to move up to New York State to be closer to friends and find new opportunities in a location that I’ll feel more comfortable being out.
seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know
many people would rather have entire neighborhoods of unsold mcmansions while homelessness persists than one apartment block of affordable housing because the former looks nicer, and this is one reason “affordable housing” in wealthy areas is unaffordable
The worst thing I ever did at a D&D table was when our DM ran out of place name ideas and told us the name of the port town we needed to go to was “Bar Harbor”.
So I tricked him into roleplaying the slightly-too-helpful town guard into giving us directions to- Well you see, the party has been out in the wilderness for like a MONTH, we’re all a mess, the dwarf’s beard is out of control, so can you tell us- Where can we find the Bar Harbor Barber?
But we were not done. We each took turns, like a pack of velociraptors.
We also had Dryad in the party and a few of her branches got broken in a fight and now her whole canopy is unbalanced and it looks awful, but she really needs to see a specialist, is there a Bar Harbor Arbor Barber?
The Paladin also wanted to look in on a small church he’d heard of, that the city had a patron saint, who was boiled alive in a cauldron of ale, so where is the temple of the Bar Harbor Larger Martyr?
It was around this point that Chris started to tire of this nonsense.
The bard, naturally, wanted to go carousing, and he’d heard this town had some of the most attentive and welcoming Ladies of the Night on the continent, known by thier brightly colored stocking bands, so had he seen any of the Bar harbor Ardor Parlor Farber Garters?
Chris immediately escalated to threats of a Total Party Kill.
Unfortunately, I’d had time to prepare and-
“What do you want?”
“I just wanted to know if you’d seen my cousin.”
“…Your cousin?”
“Yeah, I know it’s a long shot, but he’s got a pretty distinctive appearence and you might have seen him around town.”
“Oh No-”
“Okay so he’s Welsh and the whole family used to be in the wagon-making business but he got into clothes manufacture until there was an accident with a lamp black dye and now he’s permanently stained a sooty color and that really turns heads, so now he’s got a job drawing in crowds for the city funded swap meet- no, not the Drow that also works there, I mean like the inside of a fireplace- anyway, he got tired of people mixing the two of them up so he started wearing this fancy armor with a magical +1 charisma bonus-”
“Gallus I swear to God I *WILL* Summon the Tarraqsue-”
“-So have you seen my cousin, Arthur Carter, former Sartor but now he’s the Darker Harker for the Charter Barter of Bar Harbor, the one with the Charmer Armor?”
Amazingly, we survived the Tarrasque.
You do realise Bar Harbor is a real place, right? It’s in Maine:
hold up im reading more about the lionfish thing and this one island in Honduras has had such a huge problem with lionfish that the measures they have taken include
• getting special exemption from the Honduran government to allow divers access to harpoons and spears which are otherwise illegal in fishing
• public campaign to teach people how to prepare and eat lionfish (apparently they are very tasty once the poisonous spines are removed) (but watch out)
• holding lionfish combination hunting competition and cookout (reportedly they killed and cooked 1,700 in a day) (someone killed 60 of them with a rubber band spear gun???)
• most recently and apparently out of desperation, the divers in charge of culling the lionfish in the Roatan Marine Park just started. feeding the lionfish they killed to sharks. bc what else are you gonna do with it
• the sharks don’t seem to notice or be affected by the poison and begin hanging out with the divers
• the sharks then were seen hunting and killing the lionfish on their own
like this is nuts to me sorry. the sharks just had to be shown “hey this is food, did you know?? you can eat these!! here try one!!” we are possibly altering an entire foodchain bc we like feeding the big ocean wolves
I know it’s because they’re invasive but it’s hilarious how many different ways human have come up with to send this one fish in particular to the plinko.
Can confirm, these fish are delicious
Hey windmill girl, how it is living in a depression
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