“Prime Minister Keir Starmer… is the human equivalent of a pre-dunked biscuit.”
Where would you keep stuff?
Also, would you just sit directly on chairs, sofas and recliners? Car seats? Just, full contact arsehole, taint and scrotum, on the furniture and car seats of anyone who gives you a ride or has you over? Seems a bit rude.
I’m happy I haven’t passed on any body shame to my kids. They still pick it up somewhat from the school changing rooms, but we all walk around naked before and after showers, and everyone is comfortable in communal bathing. Which is to say, I think that’s basically what nudism is about, rather than actually going out of your way to be naked all the time, which would be rather chilly.
I think in nudist communities there’s “bring a towel for these activities” etiquette.
Sound. Important to know where one’s towel is.
My use of communication styles is weird, because I was effectively blind until age three. My parents didn’t realise that my vision was terrible until I started learning to read. Understanding body language and facial expressions is not something i do naturally. This means that a voice call is very nearly as good as face-to-face for me.
I prefer voice calls where there’s doubt as to what is going on, because the rapid back-and-forth solves that quickly. I prefer e-mail when there’s anything complicated to be conveyed. Text messages and IMs are less good in general, because they’re much easier to lose track of. E-mail comes with filing systems.
Important to know where one’s towel is.
– A froody nudey dude.
“That’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me… today.”
“Cranky elephants are difficult to manage.”
“Cilantro is Coriander mum”
“Well I don’t know that! I only know the proper names!”
For years I thought Cilantro was a hot pepper, because some US friends had named their cats Habanero and Cilantro, and I immediately made an assumption about the name I didn’t recognise (as we call it Coriander).
“Daddy, it’s your birthday soon.”
“Yes. Do you remember what I want?”
"Yeah. A roller coaster…
…but you can’t have everything you want, Daddy."
Player in my D&D game after a PC died and the rest were not doing so great. “Well, if it ends up being a TPK, I am ready to run a game so that Patrick has a chance to actually play”*
Me: “Don’t tempt me!”
(*) I have been stuck as the “forever GM” despite there being two other players in the group who are experienced GMs; they just haven’t stepped up to volunteer.
“I don’t remember, I read the book in 1997. So almost 20 years ago.”
Gulp.
Imagine owning multiple wombats.
30 years, no?
Somehow, I’ve managed without owning any.
“Why can’t you just lay eggs like a normal person?!”
(Actually Read rather than Actually Heard)
“I was not aware that Chaosium was going to publish a new revision of Snake Pipe Hollow. I am slightly disappointed not to be given the opportunity to turn down working on it.”
— Rudy Kraft, interviewed on the Grognardia blog.
“I wish people would actually read the things I wrote.”
“Oh I know, it’s infuriating… you can understand why people commit the murders.”