Fallout 4? It's a game where you have sworn vengeance for your slain spouse and kidnapped son, and are forced to wander a blasted wasteland, desperate and scavenging, irradiated and relentlessly attacked, to survive.
Anyway, this is my collection of fine ceramics.
I get optimistic, archaeological urges in this game sometimes, when I imagine 200 or 300 years in its future. SOMETHING has to survive the apocalypse, right? They'll need to fill some museums, one day. So I save the nice stuff instead of scrapping it. :V
Just feels like it would be a helluva shame for a beautiful porcelain vase to survive a nuclear blast and 200 years of chaos just to be smashed up and turned into a rifle stock or whatever. That's for coffee mugs.
Speaking of Fallout 4 decor... hoo, boy. Let's not even acknowledge the time I spent carefully arranging this kitchen cabinet.
I was SO HAPPY when i found all those pots and pans and the oven mitts and the cutting board.
Next to that: a little side console. I may move the pitcher and glasses to the cabinet and the wtach to the bookcase,, then add vodka and whiskey bottles next to the decanter and shot glasses.
Decanter is leaning because it won't NOT lean. So, that one's not on me.
the TVs in Fallout 4 still work, BTW. But if you hook them up to electricity, this is all they show. I basically use them as lamps.
The bookcase, featuring two projects:
-An attempt to collect a full set of billiard balls, and
- My successful mission to collect a baseball, a bat, a baseball cap, and a baseball glove.
And skulls. Gotta have skulls.
Pleased to report umbrellas DO fit in umbrella stands, BTW.
My kitchen table. People wander in and out of my house constantly, so I gave them a place to sit, drink coffee, maybe read a 200-year-old newspaper. They can also look out that dilapidated wall and gossip about who's visiting the settlement; it faces the town entrance.
The newest addition: the science corner, primarily made because I couldn't bring myself to scrap that cool microscope. lurking in the corner is an extremely awful Jangles the Moon Monkey doll. Dunno why I'm holding onto it, I actively hate it.
Where I sleep. :V
I may spread the trophies around the settlement more evenly in the future, but for now, I'd like to keep my prizes for myself. The Deathclaw I killed in the basement of Kendall Hospital, alas, did not drop a hide, so no mounted Deathclaw head for me yet.
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While I'm talking about YouTube stuff I just watched... Coffeezilla uploaded a full interview, start-to-finish, with Twitch streamer Ice Posideon, concerning his recent c*ypto rugpull fuckery. And it's just fucking awful.
Dude runs the exact same defense scammers always run— "It's your own fault you got ripped off, you shouldn't have trusted me in the first place"— and just openly acknowledges he fleeced his fans for 300k, which he'll be keeping.
Unbelievable.
He COULD give it back, he agrees. but he won't. Cuz he doesn't want to. And nothing, as of now, can force him to.
This is more than can fit into a tweet, but part of the traditional male fear of "witches" or herbalists/midwives/etc. was the abject knowledge that, in a world predating divorce, many of them were capable of providing "angel-maker" concoctions to fed-up wives.
Consider the Philadelphia Poison Ring, and the Angel Makers of Nagyrév, and other such cases or organized husband/child/in-law/relative disposal, often via arsenic. These two rings alone killed hundreds.
And now, consider how many likely went unnoticed.
As the primary caregivers in the home, wives/mothers were often put in charge of seeing to the sick. Which meant they were the only ones allowed in the sickroom, other than their victim.
I have no doubt countless wives throughout history made themselves widows intentionally.
LRT: This is tangential, but this makes think about how women's jewelry, often given to them as gifts by family and often dismissed by men as Silly Girls Liking Shiny Crap, were actually a socially acceptable escape hatch from bad situations and relationships.
They could be pawned at a moment's notice for cash their husbands didn't have to know about, in an age when women weren't allowed their own bank accounts.
Time and a lack of education related to women's liberation obfuscates the hell out of this.
45 years ago, the Viking 1 sent back this image of the Martian surface.
It would be thoroughly fucking unbearable to talk to A Certain Kind of Person for the next several years.
They connected this to everything. And I do mean EVERYTHING.
The Great Pyramids of Giza. Atlantis. UFOs/Aliens/Area 51. Psychic projection. If you believed in any kinda horseshit, the "face on Mars" proved it, and there was no convincing you otherwise.
In an effort to continue my determined fuck-this-it's-Friday procrastination, AND keep talking about cars: the Carolina Squat vehicle modification was severely restricted (functionally banned in (ironically) North Carolina, in December. And I have... feelings.
For reference, this is a (admittedly, severely) squatted truck.
Supposedly, this mod was inspired by "trophy trucks." Those are racing trucks that compete in rally and off-road, and their fronts are elevated so their front ends don't smash into the ground when they land big jumps.
"Artistic Genius" does not exist. Scratch the paint and you'll find
- A small child who was enthusiastically encouraged by caregivers when they showed an interest in art
-The child of artists
-The idle rich with all the time in the world to practice
-Trolls forgiven by history.
I'm serious about that last one, too. Fauvists? Trolling. Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood? Trolling. Impressionists? Rich AND trolling. Futurists? Biggest trolls ever.
"Pft, Spike, Michelangelo carved The Pietà at age 24!"
Yes, after a childhood with a stonemason, extensive practice, apprenticeship at *age 13* to a master fresco painter, & instruction at a magnet school set up by the goddang Medici family.