That Old English word that's spelled "gif" and pronounced "yiff", that became our word "if". In fact in the West Country they apparently still say "yif" to mean "if" even today, according to Wiktionary!
(CW: suicide) Continuing on the topic of weird games I played online as a preteen, I also found Suicide Guy on Flashpoint, a (demo of a) first-person Unity game where the goal is to take your own life in various ways. It was exactly as short and creepy as I remembered! I'm pretty sure even at the time I thought it was a bit of a messed up premise for a game, but I was morbidly curious, so. I can't complain about the controls too much, but the bobbing of the character's head is just, blegh.
And I played two LEGO games, Supersonic RC and Junkbot. These were Shockwave games. The former is a third-person 3D driving game where you're a little LEGO remote-controlled car driving around a toy store. It was nostalgic, but the music was annoying, and the controls were, wouldn't you know, a little clunky. Junkbot is on the other hand rightfully considered to be one of the greatest Shockwave games period, it's a puzzle game with a simple premise and it's done pretty well.
I'm sorry to say but the strobing lights are visible through the blur filter
If it were the Federal Incident-Based Reporting System, people would probably pronounce "FIBRS" the same as "fibers"; if it were the National Incident-Based Emergency Reporting System, people would probably figure that "NIBERS" rhymes with "fibers"; but alas, it's not either of those, it's the National Incident-Based Reporting System, and "NIBRS" is for many people just one step too far for the intended rhyme to be obvious, and so the brain bases the pronunciation on whatever closest word it can think of in a split second.
I guess it's a similar deal as how people say GIF, some people see that acronym and subconsciously think of words like "gift", some people see it and think of words like "gin", and then the people who thought "gift" say "well it's not pronounced 'giraffics'" in order to justify their pronunciation, and then the people who thought "gin" will retort "well it's not pronounced 'oonderwater', but you don't make 'SCUBA' rhyme with 'bubba', do you?" — people, it would seem, just can't seem to stand the possibility that their pronunciation is arbitrary and not based on any sort of rational logic.
Suicide is skibidi
It makes the squad get griddy
And I can take or leave it if I pleeeaaase
The connotation of that is that your nose is up their ass and you got shit on it.
Ohhh I thought it was a reference to that Gabriel Dropout episode where Raphiel got Satania to dress up as a reindeer
Hey if you enjoy it I'm only happy for you
The other day I went to some family celebration, and my one aunt, who had cancer way back when, she was there with her kids. And she noticed that I was very conspicuously wearing a beanie indoors, and she asked me, "Is it a beanie day today?" — and I said, "Yup."
And she asked me, "Is every day a beanie day?" — and I said, "Yup."
And she said, "Yeah, I know what that's like." — and thus ended that brief exchange.
It was on the on the one hand "nice" to get a remark on my hair loss that came from a place of empathy, and didn't emphasize the hair loss as anything "masculine"; on the other hand dealing with hair loss feels like a bit of a catch-22 as long as I'm closeted, like no matter what I do, even the most empathetic acknowledgement of my hair loss is going to sting a little and make me feel silly and pathetic regardless.
Other people can much better explain the exact deal with baldness and how it interacts with gender in multifaceted ways, or explain how "the fruiting body is not the whole mushroom" wrt the things that people might point to and call "misandry" — I guess I just wanted to chime in and say that shit sucks, and making fun of literally anyone for experiencing (or how they choose to deal with) hair loss, shouldn't fly.
But being against body shaming shouldn't be a controversial stance, anyways.
Why the fuck do you have 91 notifications
My family has a decently big collection of CAH cards — including many off-brand cards — and we play with our own house rules: we take three white cards instead of ten for single-answer prompts, five cards for double-answer prompts and six for triple-answer prompts; we have entirely abolished the title of Card Czar in favor of consensus democracy, by extent each player reads sy own answer and is allowed to modify the phrasing "within reason" if it makes it funnier. Note that this includes the ability to outright stand up, grab some props, and turn one's answer into a whole acted-out one-person improv routine with song and dance. We've also entirely abandoned using the black cards, in favor of printing out custom themed prompts (generally ones we've come up with ourselves) on a sheet of paper and doing these prompts in order. We use the winning white cards, or one of the winning white cards for multi-answer prompts, to keep track of the score.
We also once played with "Haruhi Suzumiya" — a jack-o-lantern based on that character's head, who would play a random white card each round. So we were basically trying to see if we were funnier than cards literally chosen at random (we were).
CAH is a blast every time, because (at least with our house rules) it forces us to be creative, and we often riff on each other's answers or even combine them in funny ways. It's been a good source of in-jokes. Yet CAH still feels like a bit of a "consumerist" game, doesn't it? Like it doesn't have to be a consumerist thing, it's just that the cards are fairly easy to make yourself, so what exactly are you paying for when you buy the packs? A set of prompts and answers that have already been tested to appeal to the lowest common denominator, and to work decently well with each other? A sheet of "official" rules? A cardboard box? There is a never-ending supply of freely available prompts and answers created by random people on the Internet, and it's not difficult to find the rules online or to make up your own house rules, so if you aren't desperately in need of a new cardboard box, what's the point? Why don't people just make their own cards out of ideas they found online, or come up with their own prompts and answers, instead of getting a bunch of non-recyclable lowest-common-denominator cards where — worst case scenario — you forgo the black cards entirely, or retire a number of white cards that are too gross, or that make references you don't understand? Heck, maybe you even have damaged or defective cards, which CAH will not replace!
Like I guess you can use some white-out to change bad white cards or something, or find other ways to use the otherwise wasted cards, so it's not some big crisis — I'm just saying that it's still always felt like a bit of a ripoff to me, right? Like I'm just saying, when I'm the general secretary, there will be no Cards Against Humanity, Crabs Adjust Humidity, or Clones Attack Hilarity, there will only be nondescript boxes of generic blank playing cards, and you will hear good prompts and answers by word of mouth, and you will go to your local library and have them printed before game night, and that will be that. In a similar vein there will only be Nondescript Generic Toy Brick sold in bulk, not sold in overpriced sets.
This rant has hardly anything to do with the above post. It is currently 3:00 AM.
I am very curious about whether this is really about incels or if it's just a word that happens to look like "incels".
I remember two years ago when I dismissed practically out of hand the possibility of Russia invading Ukraine. I would not have in a million years predicted that in the two years since, the Zionist regime would find itself in a multifront war, or that we would now find ourselves likely just days at most from an outbreak of a Second Korean War. I would always hear about the tensions between countries, think a war was about to break out, get called foolish, and eventually each incident would resolve without escalation to war, and I would feel foolish, until I learned to simply expect nothing to come of incidents from the moment I first heard of them.
But indeed, in the wise words of Doctor Gregory House, or rather episode scriptwriter Michael R Perry, "At the end of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, the wolf really does come, and he eats the sheep, the boy, and his parents."