the original pokemon games in japan:

1) say "pocket monster" in the japanese text (like, the english words written with japanese letters)
2) have the words "The Pocket Monster Trainer" around the logo medallion thing. Except yellow. Yellow says "He Pocket Monster Trainer"

wasn't sure if that first word was "the" but i see as-old-as-it-gets japanese merch with different designs of that same medallion and there are some where the monster is smaller. definitely say "the pocket monster trainer" (and i'm glad they had the sense to drop that tagline early)

still havent replaced the oil pan in my truck despite having the parts for a month and now my girlfriend's rig is leaking out the top of the gas tank so that has to be addressed immediately. so fuckin sick of having all this shit i need to do and cant afford.

also my property tax bill has for some reason more than doubled in the last six months, and it's due by the 25th.

you forgot to remind them you're a homesteader

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staff please fix the scrolling code

actually when you buy land from steam or adobe you're buying a license to that land

chugsley raddams

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on November 05, 2024, 12:02:03 PMchugsley raddams

hell yeah brother

slurpee, if you had voted none of this would have happened 😔

voted on what?

I 5 every flash movie that gets posted whether I say something or not ok

election results: this is the unit of measurement in clocktopia now:

election observation: you can write every vowel (except w) on a seven segment display


coincidence????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

i'm going to bed and i only trust ccbt to tell me who won so i'll be back first thing in the morning

Jill Stein? Seriously?

can't believe hatsune miku is president. wtf

she didn't get elected, biden resigned, then harris appoint her vp, then harris resigned. wtffff

You gotta walk tuah the polls and vote on that thang

fuck

you ever feel like, you're trying really hard to be the best version of yourself, and you're like working on getting healthy and contributing what you can and, like... tending your own garden, you know? putting your nose down into your work, and you're getting better at it, you really are, you're kind of on the ball, and it's kind of exciting
and that's good because, yeah, you play the irreverent one, but that comes from a place of, like, honest joyful humility and amusement at the cosmic foibles of a great big world, and the truth is you care a LOT about people and the world, you care so much it kind of drives you insane, sometimes you even hate it, but all this love you have inside of you refuses to die, you can't help yourself. the fact is you want to be a good person and be decent to people, you want the world to be a better place for having had you in it. doesn't everybody? people will tell you not to beat yourself up, that you're already a very lovely person, a good person, but you're really not sure you believe that. isn't that kinda egotistical, to believe that about yourself? how can you be a good person while walking through the world convinced of your goodness? what if you're wrong and, in your ignorance, you do more harm than good? wouldn't a really good person do his best to avoid that? you're not sure. maybe only a hopelessly ineffectual person would do his best to avoid that, and maybe that's what people actually like about you, that you're basically just very nonthreatening

you wish you could just know. not just know what you're really putting out into the world, you wish you could know, in general, all the time, with clarity, what the right thing to do is, and that you had it in you to do it. you wish you could believe that the faith people show in you were justified. people talk like you're captain america, and it's a sickening thought. what you are cannot possibly be the best we can do

but you'd like to be that person, you think. you fucking dream of being a shelter, a helping hand, a prayer for the dying, a soft place to land, not just for the people you love but for strangers who need it because, damn it all, you kinda love everybody. even the people you tell yourself that you fucking hate, when you let yourself really think about it, when you really examine how it would make you feel to know that that person's hurting, that an irreplaceable human soul is in pain, you really don't like that. you don't enjoy that thought at all, it's just sad. belief is a compulsion beyond reason or choice and, while you can let yourself hate, you can find yourself hating, you can hate with the best of them, you cannot believe, cannot fathom, that god would hate with you. maybe that's naive, but it can't be helped

so, something happened and, on the road back, something changed. you didn't realize it at the time, but something about having to come back from the place that that took you, you feel stronger. and as you start to try harder, you find you had more in you than you'd let yourself believe. you feel like you want to try to really BE that person, as best you can. that person, the guy that people seem to believe you are when they've seen you at your best. you feel like... you owe something, almost. you want to do what you can. and you try. you really do. you start trying your best. little by little. it's not easy going. the seas are choppy, and getting worse, and your own shitty personality and habits get in the way sometimes, but, god damn, when you stop for a minute and let yourself take an honest assessment, you can actually see yourself getting better, and it feels good, it feels so fucking good. you feel like you're finally starting to do a good job at life, you're starting to meet your potential, getting on the road to something better, and the world is not making it easy but after a while it starts to feel like there's this fucking FIRE in your veins. it feels like this can't possibly just be happening with you, it's like your steps are being propelled forward, powered by a fucking greek god, it has to be something out there in the world, in the air, fucking athena and apollo are down here pointing the direction forward and all you're contributing is going yes Yes YES

but

you don't realize it, but you've actually kind of given yourself tunnel vision. you feel so good that you don't want to believe what you hear when the world tries to tell you what's really going on around you, which is that things are not bad but getting better, they're bad and just getting worse as a slightly slower pace and people are starting to lose hope. they're angry and they've been mistreated and the world seems so unfair and we've been living in this haze of obfuscating negativity for so long and it's taking its toll. people are starting to give up. it's been agreed the whole world stinks so no one's taking showers anymore
we're all in our own little worlds and you thought you were part of this positive thing that you assumed was happening, and you just weren't. you felt so good you didn't stop to realize that nobody was jogging along beside you

then something else happens and, while you learned your lesson last time and made no assumptions, it makes you finally stop and look around you, and for a moment it's just kind of bewildering. you don't know what to make of it.
it's not like before, when we were sleeping. it can't be. but can we really have walked into it with our eyes wide open?
what happened? weren't we finally knuckling down? there's so much work to do.
where is everybody?

and a really ugly part of you starts going... dude, this is it. this is all there is.
don't pretend you didn't notice things are getting worse. when's the last time you heard some good news? your family are fighting, saying horrible things to each other, rivers of blood flow freely. everything made is falling apart, one after another the bastards that make everything worse walk away from their actions scot free thanks to the very corruption they instilled, and the only solutions anyone is offering is to pick the right people to hate
I know, I know, I KNOW that
people were already giving up, and the whole world has been screaming at them nonstop that they're right to do so. you can keep jogging, but the road under your feet is falling into the same bleak void as everything else. all of the things that you stand for will fall into the oblivion you have ignored

alright alright, knock it off

you sigh for like 15 minutes, take a shower, brush your teeth, jerk off to simpsons guro, go to sleep

you dream of being a wandering minstrel in the middle ages. you play the lute. you're not very good. but you're happy to sing for people

when you wake up, the world's still there, which is annoying, but obscurely pleasant. you still feel like you're strong and getting better, but it doesn't seem like enough anymore. you give yourself some time to breathe. nothing's gonna happen overnight. you resist the temptation to shirk. you've been pretty good about building a routine, improving your habits. they'll keep you going until you can get your head right. (right?)

what to do, you ponder, now that you've realized you were jogging alone?
does that metaphor even make sense?
go back for people who fell, and help them up, you think. you're not sure how to help people up. you're not sure you can. what if they can't? what if they don't want to? what if you're not even running towards anything real?

god, there's so much work to do. there was so much to do anyway, and now it's worse. you felt so charged up because, what? you were finally doing the things you're supposed to do, and assuming everybody else was, too, and it would all just work out? seems silly now.
no choice, really. you know you're not gonna let yourself give up. the pile of work's not gonna shrink just because you're feeling despondent. might as well roll up the sleeves.

you picture one of those big murals that reads "we are the ones we've been waiting for", cracked and crumbled, forgotten and left to fade on the walls of a closed down community center and you think, nah, fuck that. no way that was our best shot

we all want to fix things, don't we? you really think about it, and you can't imagine that there aren't a hundred million people out there who would love to help if they could. forget the factions, forget the ideologies. people want to work. we'll take so much on the chin, you see it every day- people refusing to whine and cry and sniffle about it not being fair, refusing to give up when they're dealt a raw deal, nutting the fuck up and getting the fuck back on the horse. people want what they do to matter. how can that be so hard, when there's so much that needs doing? you picture them. a hundred million at least. put a shovel in their hands. no more fear and distrust and blame. we just need a chance. point us to the ditch that needs digging. we'll keep a promise to each other that we will have peace and comfort and a full belly and a chance to be everything we can be, that we won't be robbed of dignity and a decent life. I'm here. I want to help. what can I do?

and you think of one other thing. you think of 16 years ago, which might, to this day, be the worst you've ever felt. worse than when you believed, really, truly belied that you were going to die. when your neighbors, your fellow citizens, your fellow human beings, people you wanted to believe the best in, all got together and voted to hurt you. they had a choice, and they're chose to amend the state constitution to make you a second class citizen.
and you think of that because something else happened last night, too. those same neighbors, they went the other way. 61% to 39%
and you think about the thing that that guy said, about how the arc of history is long, but it bends towards justice



like that, do you ever feel like that?

also I just want to state for the record, "hawk tuah" is not the sound of spitting, it's the sound of hocking a loogie. if somebody hocked a loogie on my dick I'd be insulted