I'm pouring pomegranate molasses into my Ash-e Anar like a drunkard making a rum cake.

Ridiculously perfect joke.

The DnD party went through a "secret tunnel" and thankfully when I mentioned the song now being in my head several party members began to sing it.

Fun fact: the US government doesn't consider Iranian kids to be brown. We're legally white. All the racism. None of the negligible benefits of any affirmative action.

Blaming people opposing genocide is a play in favor of the fascists - sacrificing any group of people for who they are to preserve yourself or your own will always support the fascists. And fascism will always win, when people vote in the mistaken belief voting to harm others will save themselves.

Meanwhile yesterday a man told me his relative in the basij "confirmed" Khamenei died a while ago and his body double is standing in for him and honestly I just want to be stuck in that elevator again. Things were simpler when I was alone in an elevator stuck between floors just 6 hours ago.

Children are going to die needlessly from measles. This is madness.

Woke up to news of Iran being bombed and internet getting cut there again and then got stuck in an elevator (I got out) so it's been a morning.

A reminder that the administration spent the day before it launched a war in the Middle East feuding with tech companies over whether and how the AI models the Pentagon buys will be restrained from autonomously killing people.

Here we fucking go again.

Glad I was already planning to make Ash-e Anar this weekend because fuck me when shit goes down I retreat into cooking Persian food.

The Iranian government in itself was established, secret police and all, as outcome illegal US interference and support in Iran decades ago. The Iranian people are now suffering evil from the US as punishment for the actions of the US against their grandparents. There is one evil here.

The first deaths announced from the US-Israeli strikes on Iran: dozens of school girls. They hit an elementary school in Hormozgan.

Don't miss the news that an Israeli missile destroyed an Iranian girls' primary school, murdering at least 25 girls between 7 and 12 years old. At this point it might just be muscle memory for the Israeli military. www.middleeasteye.net/news/least-2...

Q: Why don't you go to conventions? You like Anime and board games and that stuff. A: If conventions had rooms for people to drop off their pets I'd pay the admission fees to spend the whole convention petting animals and avoiding people. But they don't. So why go?

Why would you ever use an AI, just ask me questions and I'll happily give you incorrect information and drink a bottle of water

fuck yeah

Client, in tears: And he wants to move to Texas. TEXAS! He says it's because they don't have state income tax. Me: First, they tax you other ways. Second... How about the next time he says this, you ask why not Tennessee, Florida, Nevada, Washington... If it's about taxes, he'll be open. If not...

[guy who sang baby beluga] the festering belly is splitting, each half digested soul fumbling for a knife

If you're not a hockey person, what happened here is that one of the MAGA-est dudes in the NHL just got used and embarrassed by Trump because no amount of kissing Trump's ass is enough to make him respect you or hesitate to humiliate you for his own entertainment.

Meeeeeow!

So many are getting caught up on 'giving the game a good review so they can sell it for an $10' which is completely missing the point. Not reviewing a game that you have ANY amount of financial benefit in is ethics 101 and there continues to be a wide range of creative accounting across the hobby.

Client: I don't know your political leaning... Me: Radically and aggressively opposed to whatever the fuck this administration is. Him: Ah, great! We're the same.

Boomer Man, every fucking time the program freezes: It's JUST MY LUCK! All my work is gone! Me, EVERY FUCKING TIME: HOW ABOUT SAVING YOUR WORK WHILE YOU ARE WORKING LIKE I HAVE TOLD YOU TO DO FOR THE PAST DECADE?

Dream Master: What is it you desire, Goghnome? Goghnome: To never be big again and to never see an octopus for the rest of my life! DM: That's... A concern?? DM: Easy enough. Granted!

Tonight I'm playing Goghnome Yurdrunk in another DnD campaign! It's an AU version, as his stats are a little different, but I'm excited to play the tiny gnome Bardbarian once more, and in a paid game where the proceeds go to fighting ICE /supporting the community in Minneapolis!

No power at work, so we rescheduled everyone, had birthday cake, and closed before 11am.

My cartoon villain racist neighbor, who I caught poisoning the water supply, was looking at me funny this morning because it was so easy for me to clear my car. I think he expected me to offer help to an elderly man. Try not being racist and not poisoning the environment, you dickhead.

One of those mornings when I dream slice of life stuff and wake up from the panic of realizing I've not fed or given fresh water to my cat in days, only to immediately remember I only have a cat in my dreams when I'm sleeping.

Love how Americans who don't bother with the NHL are giving me shit for not enjoying Olympic hockey /not going all red white and blue /fake patriotic. People who ignore the sport until there's a chance for US gold in a final think I'm the problem? Maybe I just have shitty neighbors.

Sharing some girl power joy cuz we need it

The longer this continues, the more I think about the lovely people I met in Cuba and how much I worry for them. Does the average US citizen even know we're killing Cubans? Do they even care?

I got a great question on my Ramadan thread: do Muslims also need to avoid consumption by proxy in videogames? Does consuming in-game food or drink break the fast? Basically: does your character have to go fast? The answer is no, unless you happen to be playing Sonic the Hedgehog.

I can't express how much joy it gives me that I got to tell a new DnD party "my gnome bardbarian has the wisdom of a gelatinous cube" and have that be 100% accurate.

Me: I don't wanna work today can I curl up in bed and pretend I'm a cat and nap and stretch and have no responsibility and maybe snack? Client, after a pause: No.

While I get the safety issues that out of control kids poses, arresting them and adding them to the carceral system isn't the answer, they need third spaces and more creative outlets.

The friend staying with me said she saw a one-eyed raccoon aggressively determined to find something in her trash. He ignored her. Called her bluff about being bigger and scarier than him, even while she waved a shovel. Left when he wanted. I tell my mom, and she asks "did he wear an eye patch?"

My silly mom tried to spare me a long commute to her place, saying it was okay if I didn't make it. But she wanted dinner with both her kids so I paid all the damn tolls and flew past traffic. Who am I to deny my mom dinner with both her kids in one place when we're usually on opposite coasts?

I am tired and my brain is buffering but it's SO NICE having Boomer Man not at the office today. Holy crap. We can all relax and get things done. Even when buffering.

A puzzle game that at times makes me feel like I'm back in Naqsh-e Jahan Square? Yes please! Does this mean I finally have to cave and get a Steam account? I dunno. I don't even HAVE a PC for games. My laptop was specifically purchased just for writing /word processing. Damn.

Good! And a shout out to people of Philadelphia who hung up QR codes to scan and get the original exhibit information, stood in the cold and verbally recited the original exhibit text for visitors, and overall DID NOT IDLY SIT BY AND ALLOW THE ERASURE OF HISTORY.

Ma told me this morning she wanted to watch the Simpsons for the first time in decades because the episode "takes place in Philly." She saw it and updated me. "Yo! It was VERY Philly indeed! My only beef is that Rita's was listed as good for wooder ice." Rita's? Really??? YUCK. Pop's or nothing!

Boomer Man needed to retire 9 years ago, but holy fuck is it at least a little nice when he asks my opinion, then fights me on tax law, and I thoroughly school him in front of his own clients. It's like proving a toddler wrong. Every year more of them switch to me after these interactions.

Me, age 18, to a friend: Your great-grandma is younger than my Nana! Me, age 40, to a friend: Your grandma is younger than my mom! Me, every age: How fast do these people procreate???

HAL JORDAN: In brightest day, in blackest BEASTIE BOYS: NIGHT! HAL JORDAN: No evil shall escape my BEASTIE BOYS: SIGHT! HAL JORDAN: This is awkward because when I invited you I thought I was messaging Beast Boy from the Teen Titans.

SIGH. Another client I'll likely disengage with because she's lying about expenses, trying to scam the system. Few people hate this government more than I do, but I am legally (and ethically) bound to NOT break the fucking law to save a client money. Straighten up or get the fuck out of my office.

Former beat reporter here: I always found the writing to be the easier part of the process. The reporting was the most laborious and time consuming—by far. To turn your work product over to a computer after you’ve done the really hard part seems crazy to me.

having your city noticed by the president is now a natural disaster on par with a hurricane or major flood