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I was thinking a picture of Cabot somewhere. Right upper arm?

Princess Tutu is goddamn brilliant.

Press C to activate Morph Ball.

I'm only 23! The Simpsons is older than I am. The weird thing about watching Seinfeld in the twenty-first century is that every plot could have been resolved if cell phones had been around at the time.

Man, whats with all the people here who've never watched the Simpsons? You're missing out on nearly a decade of some of the finest comedy writing out there (and about a decade and a half that you can safely skip). I think the Seinfeld comparison doesn't really work. I tried to watch Seinfeld for the first time a few years back and just couldn't bring myself to because it's so horribly dated. Early Simpsons is practically timeless though.

Don't settle for less on housing, man. I'm one hasty decision away from being able to say I lived in a converted prison with a communal bathroom. (it would have been my first. The Taxi driver talked me out of it on the ride from the place)

I just had a dream that deeply disturbed me for reasons I don't quite understand. I was living with my family (as is the usual case in my nightmares). The entire house had been uprooted and moved to the bottom of a deep chasm filled with mining and construction equipment, where my father had gotten a new job clearing the chasm out for some massive project. The house had also been hastily rearranged and expanded to fit the new space. All of the rooms were taller and narrower, and a griminess griminess and near-dawn dimness pervaded throughout. New staircases were everywhere. Some led to nowhere, or to locked attic trapdoors, and in one instance an upward journey inexplicably led to a workshop in the basement. I went on a trip with my mother and a few faceless friends to a large shopping center in a tropical locale, where we had arrived not only to shop but to wish the historic launch of the largest and closest-orbiting satellite ever built. It went up all in one piece like a rocket, but it could only be seen at night. That night I had a great difficulty sleeping. I tossed and turned but never quite fell asleep. I chatted in some IRC channel about the satellite. Some people began to insist that the satellite had never launched, and then the chat became so active that reading it was impossible (like trying to read posts in the Twitch Plays Pokémon stream). I looked up at the night sky, and saw a massive moon hidden behind a blanket of clouds. Silhouetted by it was the satellite, just a bit larger than the moon and ominously floating above. I watched it for a while, and as it passed from the moon the body of the satellite became all but invisible in the night sky. But free of the glare one could make out its function as advertising, where it appeared as a faintly illuminated brand name strategically placed amidst curiously sparse stars. It occurred to me that during the entire night, I had been hearing my brother making the usual noise of a working person in some of the other rooms but had no idea what he was doing. As the sky began to brighten on what I now realize was my old front yard, the ground began to subtly quake. I cautiously went upstairs, where the quaking wasn't as pronounced, to ask my parents if they felt it too. They didn't at first, but they felt it more as they descended. I noticed that the satellite was only barely visible and fading with the morning, and silently noted that nobody would believe what I had seen. We walked into the kitchen, where large grimy antique turkey pans were on most of the counter surfaces, many of them covered with sparse dripping globs of gelatinous gravy that also adorned the counters, walls, and floors. My parents felt that it looked as though the kitchen had been prepared for them, and inspection of a nearby staircase found that it was partially covered in new paint, still thick and gummy. Nobody knew who had done these things, and my brother could not be found, though I thought I saw him on a staircase. I went to the basement workshop and out a door that led to a small but lush forest situated somewhere in the deep canyon. I took a short journey of a few minutes out before realizing I had left the door open and that any manner of exotic colourful birds, pigs, and monkeys might be trying to enter the house. I made my way back, with the house still in sight. Every time I saw an animal head for the door, I would call out to try to scare it off, but new animals became increasingly persistent each time I did so. I noticed also that I was making less and less progress as I ventured back, to the point where I found myself clambering over the slippery surfaces of thick mossy logs while screaming at distant pheasants, panicking more and more as the experience wore on. And then I woke up.

So I started playing LTTP on Wii U Virtual Console. I've played this opening a dozen times, but somehow I've never noticed that you can speak to one out of the way guard manning the top of the wall. This one guard notices that the other guards are all beginning to change and succumb to Agahnim's control and reluctantly resigns himself to his fate. This one random NPC that I've never even seen before secretly has the most depressing story in this whole stupid game series. I think I need a moment.

I have to go to bed, but first I wanna' blow Sean's mind a little: The Simpsons arcade game spoiled what was supposed to be the final episode of the show. Back when Groening was still starting out on The Simpsons, Marge's character was supposed to be one of the rabbits from Life in Hell disguised as a human, which was the reason for her bizarre hair. In the final episode of the show, she was going to be unmasked. Though Groening was obviously talked out of it because it was such a stupid idea, the arcade game (which was made back when Marge's rabbit identity was still canon) gave it away by having Marge's rabbit ears clearly be visible whenever she gets electrocuted. They talk a little about Marge's rabbit ears in the DVD commentary for the season four classic "Last Exit to Springfield," but Groening probably doesn't even know the game exists.

Lords Management, where the Lords are the thumbs.

Where's the new episode thread?

I had my most amazing run ever tonight. I feel that this is the most appropriate way to summarize it. Here I am before entering the mothership and subsequently dying:

I personally kind of hate Fiverr for contributing to the idea that artistic work is worthless. Unless you can work very very quickly, you're making less than minimum wage for what is essentially a skilled trade.

I think that this thread should be retired and replaced with a Nintendo Network ID thread, given that the Wii and DS servers go offline forever in a few months. ...Last call for Smash Bros!

I have an appointment with a psychologist tomorrow. I don't wanna' go.

*raises hand* I know how to do that.

This makes me laugh more than I care to admit. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=-m2fVWj99x4

JonCole has the right of it. Basically, I'll be drawing and scanning things, like this: Note the clear outlines and relatively flat colours. A digital painting would be something more like this: ...which was made from scratch on my PC and is a more complex job. Note all the texturing. As for dimensions, I generally work in standard 8.5x11 because my scanner's so small. Hope that's okay.

Neither a baby nor a gif: Greyhound being read a spooky doge story.

I appreciate that they're not calling it Frog Fractions 2 and preserving the feeling of finding that a seemingly innocuous game contains all that insanity. I just hope that the outer layer of what it pretends to be is more convincing than Frog Fractions was.

For the Society6 stuff? You can choose a size on the site itself. None of them are super big, but they're nice.

Livin' the dream.

Reminds me of when Google pitted one of their self-driving cars against a human race car driver a few years back. (the robot car easily beat the human driver)

I dreamed that I was back in high school, and I got beaten up pretty badly by a guy who used to pick on me. For some reason, everyone said it was my fault. The worst part was that I tried to fight back, but that thing happened where your punches are super slow and weak because you're dreaming and can't actually move your arms.