That’s the vest joke I’ve heard in a while.

I think it’s a plushie of a claymore mine:

This perspective kind of reminds me of Pyro from TF2. I’m imagining an AI mine, but they couldn’t disable the ethics guardrails, so they got around them by altering it’s perception. That mine is just looking for tired and lonely friends to snuggle to sleep so they can finally get some rest.

He also makes unpredictable comics.

Touché

Dear [Your Name],

Condolences/Congratulations! (Please select one) regarding your recent [Event].

[Closing of appropriate intimacy for this relationship]

Tooth et. al.

A misatribution of Hemingway leading all the way back to Babylon is one hell of a rabbit hole. I love the Fediverse for this.

A misatribution of Hemingway leading all the way back to Babylon is one hell of a rabbit hole. I love the Fediverse for this.

Replied at wrong level.

But is there a relevant XKCD about recursion?

That got dark quickly. I’m sincerely impressed. Good job.

Five panels on famous six words.

I see what you did there.

Because, of course, there’s an XKCD.

A comic book of epic proportions.

That’s the original six-word story.

Are hyphenated words just one word?

Can’t a question be a story?

On a tangent, here I go:

Wedding dress delivered. Groom never returned.

He called once. Then silence forever.

Letters unopened. He died that week.

Dog waited. Door never opened again.

She smiled. Then the monitors flatlined.

Mirror smiled after I walked away.

Closet door open. I never moved.

Funeral today. I’m still breathing, barely.

Grave dug early. They knew already.

My reflection blinked. I did not.

Two hearts: One stayed, one wandered.

Her perfume lingered years after goodbye.

Lottery won. Lost the ticket. Typical.

Ghosted her. Married her later. Oops.

Bought a treadmill. Great clothes rack.

Sold soul. Gave refund. Customer dissatisfied.

Baby monitor crackled. Crib was empty.

He knocked. She’d buried him yesterday.

The photograph moved slightly overnight. Again.

Door locked. Knob still turned slowly.

She smiled. Her eyes stayed still.

Found diary. Last entry dated tomorrow.

Wedding called off. Groom found headless.

Funeral roses wilted before they arrived.

Swings creaked. Children gone years ago.

Widow slept. Husband’s ring felt warm.

Coffin opened. No one inside, again.

Did the doll wink at me?

Mother hummed lullabies to the ashes.

Eyes in mirror weren’t my color.

House sighed. Walls remembered the screaming.

Child drew me perfectly…before meeting.

Therapist wrote “delusional.” Then vanished, too.

The dog one is the saddest.

Can’t beat Hemingway at his game.

Writing short stories is very hard.

Steam Library: hundred games, never played.

Edit: counting is hard

Amen. Minimum wage was a good start, but it’s become a mere virtue signal for labor rights. I have no reason to believe a maximum wage wouldn’t function similarly. Furthermore, nominal sums are pretty meaningless with currency anyway. Inflation makes them irrelevant pretty quickly. Progressive tax and social subsidy is what works, historically.

But if you could choose, would you know what accident to do?