The problem is the Series S sold a lot, last I read it was about two thirds of their user base. Microsoft also want to push platform independence using X Cloud, which solves their Series S issues, but with the feature parity requirement in the Series X and S, they keep hitting this issue.

Soul Reaver seriously needs a reboot. Soul Reaver kept getting mentioned a while back when Square Enix sold off Cristal Dynamics to pay for NFT scams, but no mutterings of a reboot/remake.

Rishi Sunak: SNAP!

What has a fire in a park got to do with what we’re discussing?

Nudity at Pride is rare, can happen, but it’s not exclusive to Pride. And also something that I think attitudes should change on. Nudity is not something that people should fear, nor should they be shamed if they are happy being nude.

Define too far.

Let me also ask you what you think about nude bike rides, where dozens, if not hundreds, of people cycle nude through a city. Is that too much for you?

It really depends on where you are and what sort of Pride event it is. If it’s a Pride march with lots of corporate sponsors, then you’ll see very little kink, maybe someone in full rubber, but probably no jockstraps. If it’s a ticketed gay village party, or a circuit party, you’ll definitely see some more risque kink gear being worn. If you’re at Folsom or in Berlin, there’s whole parades dedicated to kink, but even the straight public know about that, so if they don’t like it, they can avoid the area during those events.

At least it has a flared base.

This What Happened episode has a few other details.

It’s not. Plant estrogens have a similar structure to human estrogen, but do not work the same in the human body. You can tell this is true because otherwise trans women would be downing soy milk like there was no tomorrow.

Finally a Google product I don’t mind then sending to the graveyard.

Had a similar incident, but he was 35, she was 18, and they’d been together 6 years. Bonus, they were Christian 🤮

Several hundred clones shouting Donald at each other. Vault-Tec enters the chat.

Thank you.

The article is region blocked. Any chance someone can copy the text?

I used to work in a new age shop that sold rock salt lamps. A woman came in one time to complain about the lamp she bought.

Woman: My salt lamp was dusty and dirty.

Me: Okay…

W: So I took the rock salt off the base.

Me: Hmm?

W: And I washed it with hot soapy water.

Me: Ah.

W: And it just dissolved!

Me: Yep, it’s salt.

W: I want a refund.

Me: laughs.

AND ended!

Story time!

During uni, I'd just moved house with some friends of mine, a big old party house of 9 people (5 officially lived there, but some had partners, and a couple friends usually crashed on the sofas). My room was the converted garage, so was at the front of the house, which meant I had door duty.

So there was a knock at the door a few days after we moved in. I opened it and there was a girl there, similar age to us, who said "Hi [my name], we saw you guys move in, thought we'd come over when you were settled. We live just down the road." I have no idea who this girl is, but she knows me by name, so I greet her in a friendly manner, while internally trying to figure out who the fuck she is.

We're chatting for a bit, from the context of the conversation I discern she knows people I know, but I still don't recognise her. Then one of my housemates comes down the stairs and greets her by name, let's say Susie. 'Good,' I think, 'Mike knows her, she's at least not a crazy catfish.'

After a couple more minutes, she addresses me, looking annoyed. "You don't remember me, do you?" she says, directly at me. I flubber for a bit, apologise and ask where we met. She says she sees me all the time at The Hole In The Wall, a local pub. "Well you can't expect me to remember someone I only meet while drunk!"

We're still standing in the doorway, front door open, when someone else shows up. I recognise him and greet him, "Hi, John!" This sends Susie into a rage. "John's my boyfriend! You've only met him when you see me. And you remember him!" I don't know how to react and again blame alcohol.

Recounting this story to another housemate later in the day, he just laughs. "You really are gay, aren't you?" he manages during fits of laughter.

I continue to press the buttons I'm told to, over and over again. Not much has changed.

It's Johnny the homicidal maniac, also written by Johnen Vasquez and illustrated by Roman Dirge, the creatives behind Invader Zim.