Jamie Lindemann | Nerdhaus Games

This Pride month, now more than ever, it is integral that we take a stand and say that everyone deserves a seat at the table. As members of the LGBTQ+ community, we are standing with you wherever you are fighting for your right to exist.

this is art

chuk: "oog don't understand." oog: "then EXPLAIN." chuk: "oog will laugh." oog: "oog promise no laugh." chuk look at ground. kick dirt. nineteen winter and kicking dirt like he nine. chuk: "chuk... chuk want to make song. not hunt. not build. song." silence. oog not laughing. oog very specifically not laughing. because chuk looking at oog like oog holding chuk whole future in oog mouth right now. oog: "chuk play oog a song then." chuk: "what? now?" oog: "chuk have drum?" chuk: "...chuk been making one. hid it behind water rock. but it stupid. it not..." oog: "go get it." chuk go. come back. holding drum made from hollow log and stretched hide. rough. uneven. beautiful because chuk hand made it. chuk sit. look at oog. terrified. then chuk play. and it not great. oog being honest. rhythm stumble. pattern get lost. chuk hitting too hard then too soft. but in the middle. maybe ten beat in. something happen. chuk close eye. and for maybe five heartbeat the rhythm find itself. and oog feel it. in belly. in chest. like chuk reached inside oog body and shook something loose. five heartbeat. then chuk lose it again. open eye. stop. chuk: "see. bad." oog: "chuk. in the middle. you closed eye." chuk: "yeah." oog: "what were you thinking?" chuk: "nothing. maybe... chuk brain go quiet." oog look at chuk. really look. and see something oog never saw before. the weight chuk carry behind all the joking. the noise inside chuk head that oog never hear because chuk always filling the silence before anyone notice the silence is THERE. oog: "chuk. thing that make your brain go quiet? that not stupid thing. that sacred thing. you keep playing." chuk eye wet. chuk blink fast. tough boy. eldest energy. learned it from watching oog probably. chuk: "papa will say waste of time." oog: "oog will talk to papa." chuk: "you will?" oog: "chuk gave oog five heartbeat of quiet just now. oog will fight the whole tribe for those five heartbeat. go practice." chuk pick up drum. hold it different now. not like secret. like instrument. like it belong in his hand. this what eldest is. not telling brother what to be. just being the first person in the room who say "that thing you hiding? bring it out. let oog see." love, oog

Those are klansmen. If you’re offended over klansmen dying you’re probably a klansman

Watching Oscar's interviews and I'm once again in love with everything Hannah Waddingham says. British remake of Thelma & Louise with her and Olivia Colman when? Can we make that happen?

So, when it comes to evangelicalism in the United States, which tends to be a unifying religious idea in the US, there's been a real push in the last 10 years or so to replace the idea of "right and wrong" with "masculine and feminine." Have you ever heard the phrase "toxic

Ah yes. “We studied every species on the planet for the National Science Foundation. Every single one was free of chronic disease.” That sentence is doing more gymnastics than an Olympic floor routine. First: no one has studied every species on the planet. There are an estimated 8–10 million species. We’ve formally described fewer than 2 million. The idea that someone has clinically evaluated all of them for chronic disease is not science — it’s mythology with a lab coat. Second: animals absolutely get chronic disease. •Wild and captive primates develop rheumatoid-like inflammatory arthritis. •Cats and dogs develop diabetes mellitus. •Captive and even wild bears develop insulin resistance and diabetes-like states outside hibernation. •Atherosclerosis has been documented in parrots and great apes. •Cancer is widespread across mammals, birds, reptiles — even mollusks. And if we’re invoking authority: the National Science Foundation does not conduct a planetary veterinary census of chronic disease. It funds research grants. It does not issue a “Disease-Free Planet” certificate. What’s really happening here is the romantic myth of the “natural world” — the Eden narrative. If animals in the wild don’t show as much chronic disease, it’s often because: 1.They die earlier. 2.Predation removes the weak. 3.We don’t run lipid panels and colonoscopies on gazelles. Absence of diagnosis is not absence of disease. So either this person is profoundly mistaken, or they’re repeating a line designed to sound sweeping and authoritative. Science doesn’t deal in “every single one.” That’s the language of sermons, not data. And as you well know — evolution did not design bodies for indefinite metabolic serenity. It designed them to reproduce before something eats them. Chronic disease isn’t a uniquely human betrayal of nature. It’s biology meeting lifespan.

You're right – this actually *isn't* a place of honor. * I thought esteemed deeds were commemorated here, but that was wrong. * The message wasn't about treasure, it was about danger. That's on me. * I won't sugarcoat it – the danger is still present, and now it's in your body.

oog father never play with oog. father hunt. father provide. father sit by fire serious. "play is for small oog," father say. "father have father things." oog swear to be different. but yesterday, small oog ask oog to play pretend-mammoth. oog tired. oog say "later." oog sit by fire. serious. oog catch reflection in water. oog see father. oog get up. get on hands and knees. be mammoth. small oog chase oog around cave screaming with joy. oog lungs hurt. knees hurt. heart very full. later is a lie we tell small oog. now is all we have. love, oog

This breaks me open every time.

The first 9 seconds are the hardcore Rocketeer reboot no one wants. The rest is Shoot 'Em Up meets Dr Strange/Inception with unfolding fractal boats. Who hates cruise ships this much?

Become ungovernable.

BAGGER: (spilling my groceries on the floor) Oh God. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I'm supposed to do. ME: How are you supposed to do it? MANAGER: She means she was gonna be a fox. In the woods and shit. But something happened and she got stuck. BAGGER: (crying) Got so stuck.

These guys got gooped into the walls and floor when the exotic matter got pinged back in the day. That's why the roof was already melty when they went up there. If Jonathan and Nancy weren't on the table, they would have gotten frozen into the floor and died like these guys.

Yes, but you see the bumper sticker simply said "Don't Tread On *ME*." Who it is acceptable to tread upon is left as an exercise for the reader.

@TheLuxeWorld @Forbes @ForbesLife @MarineTraffic @Superyachtfan Orcas: now is your time.

This is the only acceptable slogan from the "Christmas decorations in November" crowd. Make it an act of principled ironic resistance. I still don't /agree/ with it, but it would be funnier.