Clifford (the big red dog) as an existential horror story about your dog gradually outgrowing your rent controlled apartment

Genuine shame that it’s 2024 and we still haven’t yet had an openly Juggalo president

Hi everybody I’d like you all to know that the past couple days @Jess has been getting deep into chess puzzles and she finally applied one in a game for an abrupt and unexpected checkmate and she immediately began cackling like a witch for a solid 20 seconds

Honestly if all the contexts and implications weren't so deeply horrifying, ending an event with "Let's just listen to music- Let's make it into a music!" and dancing awkwardly for like half an hour until people finally leave would be kind of endearing as it's not that far from what I do when I want people to leave my apartment but feel sheepish about saying that I wanna go to bed

Friendly reminder that “Galaxy” is straight from Greek for “Milky” and when we meet ET we’re gonna have to explain animal agriculture to them and deal with the awkwardness which ensues

If you go out in the cold without wearing mittens your digits will get number

Mastodon but you’re only allowed to post after sunset and toots are called hoots

The worst part of trying to buy an oscilloscope is that the prices keep fluctuating but there’s no way to track them until you already have the oscilloscope

Somehow genuinely surprised at the amount of horny unabomber fiction on ao3

Wild how "find half a billion black holes" simultaneously feels both too lazy and too overambitious for a grant proposal