Full brim, white and beige. Classy AF
Full brim, white and beige. Classy AF
Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade
Saw this one so many times when I was younger
There is no way around light speed and conservation of momentum.
That we know of, yet. We haven’t even had particle accelerators for a hundred years; let’s give it at least 500 years of scientific research and discoveries before we say definitively that we absolutely know, without any doubts, that there’s no way around conservation of momentum.
I ain’t saying there is a way; just that we are very young, and very immature.
Microplastics
It’s been two and a half months, but I’m almost done creating a board game from scratch. It’s like Risk, but Cat themed, and featuring a massive deck of cards.
Next up, gotta start work on the prototype before I can invite some people over to play and hopefully learn if this game actually works as a concept, needs some rule tweaks, or is utterly confusing and broken.
Thanks! I was intending for it to be more of a shitpost, but I guess I’m not very good at those, it turns out
Lol whoops, I meant to give a wrong answer, my bad
they stop screaming for 4 years
That’s not how children work.
Mmm, the neon green lines really sell the putrification.
I’ll place your Lemmy Cesium award in a safe place, where it will not be exposed to water
On the top, a bright, clear sunny day, a few picturesque clouds in the sky.
At the bottom, a river, once clean, where corporate logos such as Google and Microsoft sit, partially submerged, stains spreading into the waters around them.
In the middle, a bridge: well constructed across and overtop the river, across which various Fediverse logos are crossing
I dunno, I’m not a graphic designer
My car is brown.
The first time I brought it home without telling my wife the color, she was unimpressed and said that it was “shart colored”.
We immediately named it “El Sharto”, and 5 years later the name has stuck
Mayo-fries on a pineapple pizza, is this the definition of Gourmet?
Once upon a time in Yugoslavia, a boy was born. Blessed with a voice and a mind, he fled The Troubles and went to America, reinventing himself under a new identity. The past was dead, never to be spoken of again. But the boy grew up and cryptically refused to give any indication that he even had a past prior to his American-self reinvention. Especially because to admit any true details about the past also involves admitting to details of the art heist that built his fortune. The End.
Depends on the brand. If it was secretly manufactured by any particular nation’s secret military service, then Maybe.