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my hypothesis on the difference between coffee and tea: when you commit sacrilege on coffee to make it taste better, you get better-tasting coffee. when you commit sacrilege on tea to make it taste better, you get something tasty that's soaked in dead tea.

i'm autobiographical.

let me show you how a god reads *creates a rough cube of book-stacks on the floor, pours liquid copper on them, then sits on the result*

no, you're just in the middle of disguising your dark horse.

phi times as much area looks fine.

there are no more seats, so i guess i'll swim home as a whale.

it's the signature weapon, it's the logo, it's got to have an interesting and simultaneously logical shape.

interesting ideas to hide asymmetries and imperfections without trying to make it look natural briefly made me wish i weren't so pretty. but no, that was stupid.

i was at most three in the 90s, but an annoying risk-factor sounds like it'd be in a strategy-game, maybe squad-based with unit progression? never played any of them, but an xcom? 1: the main character thinks the player is a god, the game itself is suicidal. 2: sword-boyfriend lets you build...

my most anticipated days of the week are monday and wednesday

a chameleon's tongue is basically a coilgun. the gun, not the projectile. except the coils are basically butts.

all else being equal, tears scare me more than blood.

the lower contour of the ribcage of someone you know is accented with feathers.

lost marbles

breaking into spontaneous katas from own brilliance.

unrelatedly:

i just posted something on a webcomic comment-section and it broke. i'm basically homestuck fans.

to maintain lettuce on your head, you'd have to never dash, jump, shake or vault. she had one or more of the following: my sense of humor enemies proximity to pranksters a boring commute maybe you should have followed up with "can he do magic? nothing in my hands, nothing in my sleeves" grab...

i wonder if the halal/kosher-ness of edible underwear has ever come up.