Planer, pizza cutter, egg cutter, and scraper go in the knife drawer. Funnel goes with measuring cups, scale goes on the counter or take the stuff out from under it so it sits flat. Garlic press and that chacram looking thing go in the trash.

In our house this is similar to the spoons drawer, the drawer that holds all the stirring utensils for cooking.

I had no idea who this was before your post but his photo on Wikipedia tells me we’re definitely stitched from the same leather.

I’d definitely go Lovecraftian with it. These have the vibe of something ancient and unknowable, like the machinations of a universe buried long before anything resembling reason came to be.

I’d really like to, but I’m not sure how to use these things in an interesting way, they’re so far removed from any sense of pot. This isn’t even the only one I’ve seen in my dreams either.

I stood in an endless plane of dirty sepia. From every direction, millions of roads with billions of marching people converged on an impossibly giant being. It immerged at the waist from a bottomless chasm, a distorted and emaciated androgenous figure. It’s abnormally long arms coiled in front of itself in a mock of modesty for it’s nude form. It’s face ends cleanly just above the nose a flat plane where it’s skull should be.

Above it, a an equally large hole is open in the sky, ash rains down from the hole and drifts to gray the land. A rumbling knowledge in my head tells me that the ash is all that’s left of the marching figures as they drop into the hole below the being.

Periodically the being reaches miles into the distance to pluck a single figure by the skull. As it pulls they fractal out into a million reflections of themself, each a portrait of terror, agony, and ecstasy. The rumble shows me that these are the lucky ones, each will create a new path for others to march, though only if their minds survive the touch. Those that don’t are brought to the void of the being’s skull and dropped within.

The rumble in my head pulls me away to a waxy looking cave and I wake.

A guy asked me for a couple bucks while I was waiting for my cousin to chow up for lunch. I don’t carry cash but there was a Walgreens down the block with an ATM so fuck it, we walked together. Turns out, he’s been all over the US, he’s been on the streets for most his life and can’t stand being tied down. He was only in town until he scrounged up enough bus fair to get to Alabama where he was going to visit friends. I gave him money, he genuinely said it was too much, but I feel it was fair pay for the story and g the world view. Either way, I hope he’s out there living his best.

I’m still in storage in Tacoma.

What the fuck even is this?

It’s also worth pointing out that borderlands on it’s own has contributed to the cultural zeitgeist. “Looks like we got a badass” is still a regular quote when bosses appear in games. Every single character has a quotable callout and you can normally spot a BL player and their main by the one they use. Cellshade and rotoscope both has a renaissance after BL2 and cosplay contests regularly have a Moxy or Maya. The best way for Borderlands to keep it’s steam is to just be Borderlands, that alone will make the memes.

I wouldn’t be shocked to find out age made the design purposely against the printers terms so she could claim this was “wokeness” discriminating against her for her beliefs

I was like warm about the song when I first hears it, but the music video took it straight to my favorites list.

Not gonna lie, if she can take a drone out with that I’d be pretty impressed.

I think my wife would call it a mixed bag. On one hand, the house has never been this fireproof, on the other, she’s never had to deal with so much fire.

Former roommates have attested that the food definitely weighs in my favor.

OK, but if you closed the blinds the other way, and the bottom was inside the tub, I think this would actually work. At least as well as woven shower curtains do.

Edit: They’d probably be a pain to keep clean, but you’d also be able to rainex them which would let them dry faster then curtains.

Yes, I also understand that the sun rising and setting doesn’t stop me from going about my day. Daylight savings doesn’t take away the sun, it just let’s my boss demand I change what time I wake up by an hour.

As someone who mourns the 24hrs open world that covid killed, I don’t care what the sky looks like, I’m just sick of my circadian rhythm being thrown off every few months because some fuck couldn’t be bothered to use a lamp and decided it needed to be everyone else’s problem.

I’d say they both have equal standing. Diehard couldn’t happen. If it wasn’t for the corporate Christmas party and Grimlin’s because of the poorly thought out, last minute Christmas gift.

Really? I heard it’s to die for.

Figures, breloom totally looks like it kills CEOs