The gaming industry is better when we have good competition focused on making the best games. A good read from the head of Moon Studios, maker of the Ori games.

Sports is the ultimate unscripted entertainment.

Legendary! ✨🇯🇵

As far as pranks go, this is nigh-impossible to top, short of maybe getting an MP to sign the Declaration of Independence around the 250th anniversary of 1776. 😂🤣

LMAO

Making a mortgage payment always stings a bit; it's the largest single monthly bill. But then when I consider the house I have, the green grass and woods surrounding me - a plot of land with my name on it in the city records... Thank you, God, for a home of my own!

The Musk hate I see for him being valued as a trillionaire is not only malicious envy, but most of the time it tells me that people have no idea what wealth and valuation actually is. And PsyopAnime continues to be amazing.

PSA: when your employer provides work clothes and you’re considering trying them on, make your your body does not think it’s on fire and deciding it needs to sweat. Seek shelter and cool down first.

In 2022 Jen Psaki was asked about claims that we were operating biolabs in Ukraine. She denied the existence of "bioweapons" programs and then called the whole thing Russian disinformation.

A German visiting Auburn, Alabama, to watch Lionel Messi and Argentina play Iceland stopped at a Buc-ee's and ate brisket sandwiches on a stack of deer feeder corn. A sentence never before uttered in all of human history.

Neyland Stadium should have been one of those sites, at least for a warm-up match. Instead Auburn got one. 😒

Insomniac’s #1 reason for struggling with insomnia, and it’s not even close: Fear of the alarm not going off. Waking up while going to sleep and multiple times in the night (or morning) to check and see that the alarm is still on and set. To this day I still don’t know how those didn’t get set and I overslept past my early shift at an old job… how I didn’t get fired is a miracle, and I turned things around. But… shouldn’t I be confident that I’ve set the alarms? Not wake up with fear and need to check all the time? Argh. 😖

This cover is simply sublime. Have a listen to this amazing work!

Keeping my eye on this one.

Cruel for this not to be shown, and even more cruel for this to be releasing same day as a new Fire Emblem.

Modern England is twisted.

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy. I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham. I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past. Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me. But of course he knew it was me. What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out. I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is. But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this. Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate. I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…” But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten. I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough. They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong. One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together. I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists? Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me. Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong. I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

No, the difficult but rewarding choice would have been to be a parent. You sacrificed your child like a pair of murderous cowards. No better than the pagans who placed a baby on an altar and stuck the knife in him yourself while praying for a good harvest. May the Lord rebuke you and you someday be reconciled to your murdered child, but only after you come face to face with the idolatrous horror you have participated in.