oh look. it’s the brave little cis boy

What do you think is in the beans??

Fingers crossed!

The sheer pleasure in watching an arrogant tit get humbled was chef’s kiss. Once by someone who couldn’t give a shit about him, and was good enough to simply crush him the first few games and then dick about, and once by someone who really wanted a statement victory

It funny because yesterday the chess did not, in fact, speak for itself

Northampton resident detected. Your opinion is invalid.

If you’re going by how we say years pre millennium, it’d be eleven eleven (to match e.g. nineteen eighty four), which still isn’t what’s in the op.

America, given the spelling of neighbour!

Yeah – has the commenter above seen literally any civil war ever? It’s the leftists that show up

I recommended this to someone else in the thread too, but I found Kat Blaque’s video really helpful as an explanation, because if you’re not familiar with the subculture the reasoning can be quite confusing.

I felt the same way initially, just because I hadn’t really been exposed to it prior, and had a lot of misgivings. I found Kat Blaque’s video on the subject quite helpful just in giving context – well worth a watch!

Also don’t forget the historic aspect – when queerness was viewed as sexually deviant and perverted, it was the kink community that stood by us. Just because we’ve evolved to be socially acceptable doesn’t mean we should leave everyone else behind

But there’s no cigarette :(

Fish and chips was invented by Jewish immigrants. Our food is a melting pot of different influences from a myriad of different cultures, and we like it that way.

And what goes into beans on toast? That’s right: cumin, paprika, garlic, onion, pepper… Spices

They are kissing. Sloppy style. Boobs squishing etc.

Sung to the tune of Iron Maiden’s ‘Hallowed be thy name’

Just want to say I entirely agree with you and that I’m really not sure why the other person doesn’t get it. Any musician knows tone/timbre is really important. I play the violin; you can play really fast and that takes skill, but there’s also a hell of a lot of skill involved in getting a nice sound out of a sustained note.

I don’t know quite why you seem to be so hostile to the blues, or anyone that wants to defend the skill of the musicians that play it. If you want to see a skilled blues guitarist doing all the twiddly bits, then I’ll happily point you in the direction of Gary Moore, or blues-adjacent Steve Vai.

And if you’re a metal fan, then maybe you’ll find Metallica’s respect for Gary Moore persuasive.

His sound was not over-processed. It was very, very basic. It basically was a guitar, an amp, a fuzz box and his hands. I remember seeing him in Copenhagen in 1984 or 1985. We were recording Master of Puppets. He was playing a Strat, which is known for a clear, somewhat thin sound. But the sound he was getting out of that Strat was so thick and so full and just so raw. This was before you had all these guitar processors that could make the cheapest guitar sound like the most expensive guitar, so I kinda deduced that most of the sound was in his hands.

I don’t want another animal taking my Freudian pleasure. The erotic joy of voring a verdant, fleshy succulent. Feeling the crunching snap of brutality as an innocent plant is ground between my glistering molars. The swallow; the mulched, peppery bolus peristalted down a wet, hungry, pulsing oesophegus. The conversion of what was once a marvel of evolution, a being that could harness the power of a living star, into fodder for my next bowel movement. From stoma to stoma.

This is not some cool, by-the-numbers optimisation. This is raw, visceral, hungry cruelty.

The old adage can be given greater, poetic specificity. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And it is a salad.