These dogs fascinate me. If you go and look at the kinds of people who attend the shows specific to these breeds, there is definitely a TYPE who owns these kinds of dogs. Historically, we either have companion dogs, or working dogs. But now, there's a third group "Identity dogs".

It's not necessarily about having a companion animal that lasts a long time, rather it's an animal that creates a certain kind of image and solidifies a certain kind of identity for the owner. Generation by generation, animal's body is molded to fit the idea of how the owner wants to be seen by others, and how the owner views themselves.

What's this? A BG3 article on a gaming journalism website that isn't just a summary of yesterday's Reddit posts? Unpossible!

PC Gamer: I stayed at all 17 of Baldur's Gate 3's unique campsites and painstakingly rated the accommodations like some kind of Forgotten Realms bon vivant by Ted Litchfield

Would have been funnier if written in the style of Harrington Nethalin, but still a nice little resource for BG3 fanfic authors.

god I am always thinking about how moist von lipwig fundamentally does not think himself as a real person. he's not a real person, and so none of his actions have consequences. until he is forced to be a real person and deal with the consequences of his actions (adorabelle) like. it's even in the name. lipwig is a fake mustache. he's not real he's just a character. he's always playing a character. what do you mean his actions have real consequences. he's not real. until he is.

I found god in a hopeless place

theres literally no wrong way to play singleplayer games btw. savescum, play on easy mode, mod, look up guides and walkthroughs, whatever the hell you want. always remember if it sucks hit da bricks

I saw a green frog (as in Lithobates clamitans) for the first time the other day but I feel like an idiot for trying to explain that it is a specific species of frog

I'm like "I saw a green frog"

And people be like

Originally posted by claycaduceus

This also applies to the magnificent tree frog aka splendid tree frog. Yes it is a magnificent and splendid frog but -

yea i too have always had this issue describing green frog / Lithobates clamitans. related issue: the same creature displays a condition called axanthism (lack of yellow pigment), where the frog appears blue. this condition occurs in multiple Lithobates frogs (the classic "default" "true"-ish frogs of North America, including bullfrogs and leopard frogs) but it seems most commonly reported specifically with green frogs / Lithobates clamitans.

and so when i'd find them, i'd try recounting the story like: "hey i saw a blue green frog. well, i saw a green frog, but it was blue. like, in North America there can be blue frogs, and most often the blue frogs are green frogs."

“sex/romance/empathy makes us human,” they say. awful. pathetic. what makes us human is the urge to set things on fire

you’re actually correct!

Cooking is the one thing that only humans do and can be directly linked to the increase in our brain size

Burning the mammoth flank just a lirtle instead of eating it raw gives grug more calorie to think. Grug thinking about color symbolism in silence of the lambs

You don't like New Yawk? 🗽? Bada Bing?

no 🛩️

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in HEMA (aka historical european fencing), much of the sport is done with fencing masks on, so identifying your clubmates during sparring or tourneys is just based on gear. you know, what color their jacket and pants are, what patches they have on it, how is their mask painted. If someone borrows someone else's jacket it's legitimately jarring, like having someone with an entirely different body type and way of moving stealing your friend's face.

Once i read about historical fishermen in the north sea and how they each had a specific hat pattern that their buddies would use to identity them while they were bundled up. It was so much part of their identity that they were often buried wearing those hats. The gear is like your name, a visual identifier of YOU when you do not have a face.

anyway, back when I was buying gear i got my pants in ELECTRIC blue. I figured i was gonna get a black or grey jacket. but HEMA gear is kind of expensive because it's all custom- or handmade, so instead of spending $400 on a new jacket I picked up one secondhand for like 20. Except the only jacket that fit me was bright, SCARLET red. And I already had my expensive, new, custom, BLUE pants. I look like a damn rocket pop or like, a mixed Icee. I was like, shit! I should switch my jacket before i become the rocket pop guy!!!

Long story short, not only am I now the rocket pop guy, the color scheme has bled into my entire wardrobe. Every-fucking-thing I own is red and blue. I look like a french revolutionary. I look like a founding father in a school play. I have become a northern fisherman in my stripey hat. Now, even if I DO get a new jacket, I feel like I GOTTA buy it in red, yk? Otherwise they won't recognize me. Maybe I won't recognize me. I'm the rocket pop guy!!!

Scissor Wizard and Paper Wizard

It’s probably fine to leave them alone together.

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.

@xkcd-for-that have you done this one yet?

It's like someone briefly joined the team running the universe, introduced their idea for a cool mechanic, then left, and now everyone is stuck pretending that this wildly unbalanced dynamic makes sense.

bro doesnt even have the jennies (certain je ne sais quois)

““Let us free Ireland,” says the patriot who won’t touch Socialism. Let us all join together and crush the brutal Saxon. Let us all join together, says he, all classes and creeds. And, says the town worker, after we have crushed the Saxon and freed Ireland, what will we do? Oh, then you can go back to your slums, same as before. Whoop it up for liberty! And, says the agricultural workers, after we have freed Ireland, what then? Oh, then you can go scraping around for the landlord’s rent or the money-lenders’ interest same as before. Whoop it up for liberty! After Ireland is free, says the patriot who won’t touch socialism, we will protect all classes, and if you won’t pay your rent you will be evicted same as now. But the evicting party, under command of the sheriff, will wear green uniforms and the Harp without the Crown, and the warrant turning you out on the roadside will be stamped with the arms of the Irish Republic. Now, isn’t that worth fighting for? And when you cannot find employment, and, giving up the struggle of life in despair, enter the poorhouse, the band of the nearest regiment of the Irish army will escort you to the poorhouse door to the tune of St. Patrick’s Day. Oh! It will be nice to live in those days! “With the Green Flag floating o’er us” and an ever-increasing army of unemployed workers walking about under the Green Flag, wishing they had something to eat. Same as now! Whoop it up for liberty!”

— James Connolly, Let Us Free Ireland! (1899)