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Ultimate Word Tournament!
Season 2
curmudgeon (English) /kɚˈmʌd͡ʒən/ An ill-tempered person full of stubborn ideas or opinions.
fartor (Latin) /ˈfar.tor/ a poulterer; someone who sells poultry.
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psychologistmimi · 3 months
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Loudermilk: A Hilarious Dive into Flawed Humanity
As a psychologist and avid consumer of television dramas, stumbling upon the comedy show “Loudermilk” was a delightful departure from my usual repertoire of Scandinavian dark murder dramas. Despite not being a huge fan of comedy TV shows, the unique charm of “Loudermilk” captivated me, making it a binge-worthy 3 am discovery.What sets “Loudermilk” apart is its portrayal of characters—each deeply…
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lichfucker · 8 months
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[image description expanded from alt text: digital drawings of five characters, with sketchy pencil-like line art and flat colors. each character has a different pastel-colored background. first is Velkyn, a muscular drow with dark grey skin and long white hair worn in dutch braids. they're wearing a sleeveless teal shirt and are glaring ahead at the viewer with their arms crossed. the background is teal. next is Flinch, a green-skinned tiefling with long darker green hair, a short beard, solid bronze-colored eyes, and curling ram horns. he's wearing a purple shirt with a flared collar beneath a black vest, and he's excitedly saying, "In his evil name!" the background is purple. next to Flinch is Kor, a tan-skinned human with white hair slicked into a ponytail and shaved on the sides. she's wearing a sheer long-sleeved shirt covered in yellow moons beneath a dark blue tube top, a light blue bandana around her neck, and dark blue lipstick. Kor is glancing over her shoulder at the viewer and smiling. the background is blue. first on the second row is Damiane, a light-skinned halfling with dark wavy hair and a scar through one eye. they're wearing greenish metal armor, a red scarf, and red lipstick, and looking down with concern at their hand. Damiane's fingertips are turning black and their hand is saying, "Take me to my brothers!" the background is yellow. last is Curmudgeon, a purple-skinned tiefling with stringy grey chin-length hair, blacked-out eyes with thin red irises, and a pair of black swooping horns. they're wearing a black and red mantle over a black and white shirt, and a silver choker around their neck. they're rolling their eyes and holding up their middle finger. the background is red. end id]
accidentally opening an infernal portal and causing the sky to rain blood? sneaking out of bazzindell with your partner's not-quite-ex-spouse? accidentally contracting hell-hand? getting put on hold by your evil dragon deity's receptionist? betraying your only friend by stealing a diamond from him? failing to burn down a church? coming back to the empire just in time for a hostile takeover? being told by a judge in a magic dream that you're not allowed to get divorced?
what a fiasco!
(click for quality 🙄)
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rheesvandar · 4 months
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No I am not “going out” for New Year’s Eve. I’m staying at home, celebrating the new year at 9 PM in solidarity with family living 3 time zones ahead and going to bed at 11.
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mistfunk · 9 months
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Mistigram: this colourful #ANSIart logo reading "CURM" (short for "Curmudgeon") was drawn by Praxis in a conscious and deliberate attempt to ape the influential and popular typography style of indisputable ANSI god Lord Jazz. It was included in the MIST0895 artpack collection released 28 years ago this month.
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nirvana-collector · 2 years
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Lithium was released on this day 30 years ago.
July 13, 1992
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byler-alarmist · 1 year
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Sometimes fic authors will be writing such an adorable story, and they don't think they're writing an AU but they definitely are, because they clearly have zero idea what it meant to be openly gay in small-town Indiana in the 80s.
And I know it's probably a teenager writing it who has no real concept of what it was like, so they naively assume that some side-eyes or whispers were all that could be expected as reactions to gays holding hands.and kissing in public.
I want to take that as a positive sign of changing times, that the youth don't know that being beaten senseless, run out of town and even death were very real and even common possibilities for out gays. But it also worries me a little that history is being covered up or forgotten, as it directly influenced the laws of today. Do kids today even know who Matthew Shepard and Brandon Teena (even in the 90s, when things were starting to change) were?
And yes, it could be that people just want to write fluff fantasy that completely disregards history because it's just comfort fiction.
But I have to stop sometimes when the narrative has something like "the two boys were openly kissing in the park in small-town Indiana with people around, and maybe folks would whisper to each other, but the boys didn't care because they knew they'd be totally fine :))) "
Like....well done, that is the highest form of fantasy lmao
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katameme · 1 year
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Curmudgeon
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ferdifz · 11 months
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aunti-christ-ine · 1 year
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Pickles by Brian Crane for December 24, 2008
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richo1915 · 1 year
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Cicerone Denuncia Catilina (Cicero Denounces Catiline)
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Ultimate Word Tournament!
Season 2
curmudgeon (English) /kɚˈmʌd͡ʒən/ An ill-tempered person full of stubborn ideas or opinions.
transgender (English) /tɹænzˈd͡ʒɛn.dɚ/ Having a gender identity which is different from one's assigned sex. An umbrella term that includes nonbinary, genderfluid and agender people as well!
Transgender Propaganda 1 (ft. Haikubot) Transgender Propaganda 2 (cute trans trinkets)
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The Fucking Acceptance That Mediocrity Is The Most To Which I Could Ever Aspire - It Was The Highest Level I Could Ever Reach
Nothing ever changes; it's the same every bleeding day. --Leah, "Beautiful Thing," 1996
First of all, that movie, which once gave me so much hope and inspired me, is 26 goddamned years old. I have more years as a reached-the-age-of-majority person than as being minor.
Frankly, that is uncalled for and superbly disrespectful!
This week I turned 40. I spent the day working (translating a clinical assessment tool that is really just a semi-structured interview to help clinicians measure adaptive behavior for peeps with intellectual and developmental disabilities/delays and autism). Yes. I realize I just wrote peeps unironically and as though it is the appropriate language register for the type of document I translated. It isn't. I recognize that fully. Though I have the literal and achievable ability to grasp my wireless mouse, double click, and start writing a more appropriate word like "people" or "individuals," I'm not going to do that. I don't wanna.
Anyway, I got a few text messages on my birthday. One call. The caller has an ulterior motive, and frankly, I don't trust her when she speaks b/c she is very often convinced of the lies that flow from her mouth like sewage flows into the ocean from the City of Angels. Even if an angel shits on you, you still get shit on. I can't imagine that would evoke any feelings of astounding pleasure. Unless, of course, shit is your thing. If it is, then, by all means, swim in shit. Who am I to yuck somebody's yum? I don't have to go swim in the shit. Of course, living with a swimming-in-shit-makes-me-feel-human type might have secondary or tertiary effects of which I cannot claim any awareness or knowledge, nor do I desire to gain either.
I understand people are busy. The last few close relationships I have are but friendships or familial in nature. All platonic (of course, the familial ones are platonic! I am not living a DadCreep or TeamSkeet kind of life). I am not a major priority - or a priority at all - in anyone's life. That has never been a thing. It probably won't ever be a thing. Looking at it rationally and with some logic, this makes complete sense. Barely more than an insufferable faggot with a superiority and righteousness complex, it is amazing that anyone talks to me ever. Coupled with my did-not-even-get-nominated personality, I have the body shape of a cunting Pop-Tart®, and hair has started to grow out of my ears and nose. You could also braid my back, butt, and brow hair, as well. Suffice it to say, no one is getting hard-on or feelings of amour or excitement when it comes to me.
The fact of the matter is I am viciously realizing and simultaneously coming to grips with the fact that all of the self-help-magical-thinking-change-your-perspective-avoidant bullshit I have been trying to make change my life over the past TEN YEARS is never going to do anything but delay the necessary acceptance of the fact that I am not now, was not ever, and never will be anything spectacular. For the past week, this frantic invasion of the facts into my conscience has left me snarling my face into a one of disgust, disdain, and disgraceful judgment the way one might do when their nostrils are assaulted by the odor of ripe genital discharges that have gone unaddressed and been left to mix with the dead skin cells that flake off of the body when they are no longer useful.
I am also bipolar. I might be hypomanic right now.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2019. That seemed like a bunch of bullshit. Fast forward to 2020, right before the lockdowns started, I had been awake for about two days working and coming up with a slew of "great ideas" that tend to manifest themselves when I am bipolaring unchecked, and one of them was to drive drunk. That was not a good idea, and I went to jail. After a year of court, I was found guilty, because I was fucking drunk despite the fact I was so manic that I did not feel drunk. You could not have convinced me I was drunk until I got the blood-alcohol levels back. I was, in fact and without a doubt, drunk. Now, I have six weeks left on my year's worth of probation. I haven't had a drink in almost two years.
Being manic is better than being depressed, though. Not drinking really has been a good decision since I cycle much less frequently than before. I do not dream and fantasize about dying as much. Now the depression is just a few days of constant, dull-numb pain that makes my whole body feel like it is throbbing in time with my heartbeat. In those times of depression, I just hope that I go to sleep and never wake up. So, an improvement from what it used to be like.
After the past two years, I cannot rationally (or with any of my liberal senses) fantasize that I could ever be seen as something grand or worthwhile. Once when I apologized to a former friend for being terse with him, his response was Я сам не подарок (I'm not a gift myself). If only I had been committed to that reality about myself all those years ago, I might have been able to accept my common-ass mediocre self and saved some time doing mental gymnastics.
I'm not mad.
I'm not sad.
I am mediocre.
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twunny20fission · 1 month
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If there's a curmudgeon in your life, and you ask them how they are doing, and they say "not bad," or "pretty good," please don't say something like "ooh! For you, that's like, amazing!"
Feels bad.
While we're at it, don't ask anyone how they're doing, unless you actually give a shit.
Cool?
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namshubofenki · 2 months
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It is me not you (but it is actually both)
The random thought occurred to me that "it is me not you" is just a nice way to say "i'm the only one that recognizes the problems in our relationship and the only one willing to walk away from it"
More and more, and especially with groups and communities online, i feel the need to walk away. I think your life is fucked as it is in reality to even tolerate a minuscule fraction of discomfort online. If you don't like an online place, walk away. Close the account, find something else, go offline for a while. Online has this amazing freedom to really do what you want. Why not use it?
Or maybe i'm just an old curmudgeon that is tired.
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psychologistmimi · 2 months
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Questionable Queries: Navigating the Quirks of Curmudgeon Psychology
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. As a psychologist, I am inquisitive, curious, and genuinely intetested in asking certain key questions of people. However, there exists a repertoire of questions that make my inner curmudgeon cringe – the eye-roll-inducing, pro forma inquiries that dance on the line of insincerity. “How do you feel?” many ask, as if emotions can be neatly…
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