I was surprised how easy it is to settle on a candidate for general politicians, to be honest. Once you filter out people including dog whistles in their bio, there usually isn’t much work left to do. I do feel bad though when I don’t do serious research on small time positions where there isn’t much separating candidates.

Judges are a bit harder to spot.

Probably

He did not, I asked specifically. I even said “Alaska is the 49th of the 50 states.” and he chuckled and said I was confused. Thankfully that wasn’t the standard, but I did meet a few more similarly confounded people over the years.

Also the number of people that think Alaska is small because of how it’s shown on many maps is staggering.

When I moved away from Alaska, the first person I spoke to in Georgia was a fast food cashier who asked about my day, and they asked “How are you liking the states?” No variation of “Alaska is a state.” would get through to him, he just kept saying “Sure, but I mean like a United States state.”

It bothers me how far I had to dig for someone saying this. Obviously this isn’t some deep insight on how people see colors, we are literally not looking at the same washed out photo because we all have different devices with different settings.

This is like those math problems people argue about because someone purposefully wrote it ambiguously. Manufactured problems.

Except it’s still $1 million as of today, if I’m reading this right.

I recently heard Docket by Blondshell for the first time and favorited it right away.

Then I listened again more tuned in and noticed it was about infidelity and thought “aw man”, unfavorited and moved on.

Heard it a couple more times and realized it wasn’t glorifying cheating, lines like “my worst nightmare is me”. Back on the list! Real rollercoaster.

Chocolate. Taiwanese movie about an autistic girl who goes around beating up gangsters in the styles of famous martial artists she saw on TV, followed by her repeatedly demanding they give her an unspecified amount of money.

Man, I wish Lex Luthor was president.

I recently upgraded my computer with the best possible components, and it makes me so mad that games look worse than they did when I put my last pc together. What’s the point of bothering with graphics at all if you’re going to add a smear filter.

Indie games out here killing it with pixel art.

That pretty much sums up my time in Europe.

I thought this happened to me once, and spent several hours looking around the neighborhood just to discover it was still inside. I would have sworn on my life there was no space left unchecked that could physically fit a cat.

More like “Oh god, what if they reply? I don’t have the time for this.”

I will say I see a new transgender person at least once a month out in the wild here in Seattle. I can’t speak to their experiences, but they exist at least.

I think it started as making fun of the twitter verified check mark being purchasable.

Me and my best friend played halfling twin brawlers one time who would use each other as improvised weapons and crawl in big guys Shadow if the Colossus style. It was the most fun thing ever, but the DM turned out to be the “if someone doesn’t lose a limb during every encounter I have failed” kind of DM so it didn’t last long.

I feel like once an event is terrible enough, it should buy you at least 100 years before people let it happen again.

I really love Supraland, but it’s hard to convince people to try it for some reason.

While I disagree with your gender-oriented spin on this completely, and I don’t think it’s nearly as common as the picture you paint (never heard anyone roasted for liking Fight Club), it does occasionally happen.

I watched the first few episodes of MLP: FIM at a friend’s house by happenstance, and within about a week of airing I told a few people “Surprisingly, it’s actually a pretty good show.” Then the controversial fans came out and I completely stopped talking about the show to protect myself. Literal years later I found out my mom had been loudly proclaiming to anyone who would listen, including distant family, that I was a “brony”. It soured a few tenuous relationships with people who didn’t know me well enough to know it was an absurd label.