Open Bar: Drinks are on the Supreme Court

[chaotic neutral observer]

Everyone should own a little bit of penny stock.  Something in mining, perhaps.  Watching the price fluctuations is enlightening, not to mention entertaining, and can teach a valuable lesson.

It's not profitable, of course.

[Pergamos]

Everyone should own a little bit of penny stock.  Something in mining, perhaps.  Watching the price fluctuations is enlightening, not to mention entertaining, and can teach a valuable lesson.

It's not profitable, of course.

It's a fun game.  Personally I prefer cryprocurrency, since what it means is sillier than penny stocks, but the game is pretty similar.

[Frontside Back]

Isn't that like slot machines without all the shiny colors?

[Fujikoma]

Must have been some kind of time bomb he left behind.

O-bomb-a

It's ok, I have a store of bad pun creds.

[chaotic neutral observer]

Isn't that like slot machines without all the shiny colors?

Not really.  Slot machines are usually subject to regulatory limits that keep you from losing money too quickly.

[altered]

I just want to remind everyone that I cannot die, I'm an immortal abomination from beyond the fucking stars and I will exile would-be murderers to the piss void, to live among the gremlins and forgotten drunken covers of third rate pop music from the mid 80s

[Doktor Howl]

I made fun of a man with a bloated rpg today and made $182, $128 of it his. I don't think he liked it. Because he blocked all my accounts.

Not following this.

[Doktor Howl]

It occurs to me that Halestorm is just Taylor Swift with a leather jacket.

[altered]

I just want to remind everyone that I cannot die, I'm an immortal abomination from beyond the fucking stars and I will exile would-be murderers to the piss void, to live among the gremlins and forgotten drunken covers of third rate pop music from the mid 80s

Last night was apparently wild. Something on the order of demonic possession going on here.

Also this Red Line train is fucking cursed, in the classical sense: it smells like rotting meat and burnt hair, half the lights are out and which ones change at every stop, it randomly buzzes and vibrates like the exterior cladding is attached to the third rail while not in motion, the driver keeps going distant, echoey, incredibly loud, and extremely strained like he's dying of a heart attack for a few moments on the intercom before returning to normal. Cursed as fuck.

[Fujikoma]

Ah, sounds pretty normal Nullified. The only thing you forgot to mention is the band of juggling dwarves, and the goat.

[chaotic neutral observer]

I just want to remind everyone that I cannot die, I'm an immortal abomination from beyond the fucking stars and I will exile would-be murderers to the piss void, to live among the gremlins and forgotten drunken covers of third rate pop music from the mid 80s

Last night was apparently wild. Something on the order of demonic possession going on here.

Also this Red Line train is fucking cursed, in the classical sense: it smells like rotting meat and burnt hair, half the lights are out and which ones change at every stop, it randomly buzzes and vibrates like the exterior cladding is attached to the third rail while not in motion, the driver keeps going distant, echoey, incredibly loud, and extremely strained like he's dying of a heart attack for a few moments on the intercom before returning to normal. Cursed as fuck.

Yesterday was Halloween.  Probably some kids in the area were screwing around with rituals they didn't understand and ruptured an aetheric seal, and you were caught in the boundary layer.

The effects should wear off in a week or so, but in the meantime, be very cautious with real-estate transactions, avoid consuming South African meat products, and remember to put the lime in the coconut and drink them both up.

[Fujikoma]

Fuck that, suckle the blood out of the still-beating heart of something living. This ain't some hollywood witch movie, do you want PREcautions, or PROcautions?

[Fujikoma]

Ok, as a vegan alternative you can cover a furby in mayonaise and sriracha.

[Doktor Howl]

I just want to remind everyone that I cannot die, I'm an immortal abomination from beyond the fucking stars and I will exile would-be murderers to the piss void, to live among the gremlins and forgotten drunken covers of third rate pop music from the mid 80s

Last night was apparently wild. Something on the order of demonic possession going on here.

Also this Red Line train is fucking cursed, in the classical sense: it smells like rotting meat and burnt hair, half the lights are out and which ones change at every stop, it randomly buzzes and vibrates like the exterior cladding is attached to the third rail while not in motion, the driver keeps going distant, echoey, incredibly loud, and extremely strained like he's dying of a heart attack for a few moments on the intercom before returning to normal. Cursed as fuck.

If you're in Boston, you are right on the mark.  The MBTA is evil incarnate, and the Red line in particular.  Lots of Richter-related fatalities on that line.

[Trivial]

I described the Sally-Anne test to my mom and she failed it. The explanation what it means didn't work for her either. Which is weird I, I remembered explaining it to her years ago from an anthropology class about the difference between 3 and 5 year olds (she's a preschool teacher), but maybe I didn't describe the whole story.

I'm not sure if this means she's never had theory of mind, but it would explain some things. For one, she loves mystery shows and novels, and I wonder if it's just more surprising to her than most people. Maybe she lost it from getting older, but she's only in her early 60's.

Maybe it means I need to perform some psychological experiments on my parents.