A delightful burger (at Five Star Burgers)

A delightful burger (at Five Star Burgers)

seenontabletop:

We have slowly been climbing through the last few rooms in DnD, trying to avoid certain doom, and I needed to know if I could survive the jump off of a cliff. So, obviously, we needed to know how high the cliff was…

This is beautiful

seenontabletop:

We have slowly been climbing through the last few rooms in DnD, trying to avoid certain doom, and I needed to know if I could survive the jump off of a cliff. So, obviously, we needed to know how high the cliff was…

This is beautiful

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modhero:

Geeks OUT’s Skip Ender’s Game campaign got a shout-out on The Huffington Post and later on The Wrap. It’s great to see the support it gets from people appalled by Card’s ridiculous stance on homosexuality. Then, there are the haters. We’re already getting some really gross stuff posted on our Facebook page. Getting called fascist (and worse) by internet crazies is alarming, but sort of easy to dismiss. What’s sadder, and kind of disappointing, are the people who seem sympathetic to our objections, but miss the point of the campaign.

They see it as an attack on the work itself, and as an affront to the author’s right to his own opinion. Let’s be clear: It’s about money. The book could be the most enlightened, uplifting, tear-jerking novel ever printed, but the author is an anti-gay activist, who sits on the board of National Organization for Marriage

As a prominent and wealthy board member of NOM, it’s likely that Orson Scott Card lends his financial support to their efforts. He is a producer of the film Ender’s Game, and stands to make even more money from the film based on his book. 

As new states prepare to introduce marriage equality legislation, be sure that NOM will be there there, putting millions of dollars into campaigns that demonize and disenfranchise queer citizens. Don’t let those dollars come from your pockets. It’s just a movie. Skip it. 

brianmichaelbendis:

SDCC Exclusive Marvel iPhone Cases

I WANT the Rocket Raccoon one, so bad!

Testing the new video feature on Instagram. Tibby got drafted.

Testing the new video feature on Instagram. Tibby got drafted.

Father’s Day dinner with Bear (at Steak ‘n Shake)

Father’s Day dinner with Bear (at Steak ‘n Shake)

God we fuck up teenagers’ heads. We tell them that biological conditions are moral punishments and then we get all shocked when they don’t practice rational risk management of biological conditions. We teach them “sex is super desirable and all the cool kids do it, and it’s hideously shameful and will destroy your life” and we wonder why they act an eensy bit neurotic about it. If you tried to design a system for making sexually active kids confused and unsafe, you couldn’t do much better than the American media and school system.

And for once, the answer is relatively simple. Just talk about sex like it’s a part of life. Some people have sex and some people don’t, because people are different. STIs aren’t bad because they’re Dirty Crotch Rot; they’re bad because they’re contagious illnesses like strep throat or whooping cough, and you can ask a doctor to check for and treat them just like you would with strep throat. Unwanted pregnancy isn’t a scarlet A; it’s a mostly-preventable accident that sometimes occurs when people are going about their normal business of having sex. You can ask the school counselor about a variety of topics, including career planning, problems at home, questions about sex, or conflicts with teachers.

If we could just get the goddamn stick out of our collective ass and accept that sex is a human activity and teenagers are humans, maybe there wouldn’t be quite so many plaintive “I don’t understand my body and I’m confused and scared and I don’t know anyone I can ask in person” messages flying out into the world.

The Pervocracy - “Teenage Panic.” (via klonazepam)

Well said.

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zekethefreak:

Thanks to artist Mike Wroebel for his take on Game of Thrones re-imagined as late 1980s-early 1990’s tropes.

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wilwheaton:

crookedindifference:

National Geographic Picture Atlas of Our Universe (1980)

I recently bought this used from Amazon for something like four dollars. It’s just as amazing and wonderful to read today as it was when I was eight.

I still have mine at my mom’s house.