I've accidentally become the de facto Database Administrator for an income sharing, anarchist collective that operates a worker-owned garden seed business.
Reducing suffering in the broader world, and maintaining peace of mind within are important to me.
--building paper airplanes (and Kerbal spaceplanes)
--baking pizza from scratch
--transmogrifying potatoes into french fries
--polymorphing peppers into hot sauce
--making bulleted lists
--giving sarcastically literal answers
Order of the Stick
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
How does stuff exist instead of no stuff existing?
I wonder if anything delicious has teleported into the pantry since the last time I checked?
How can I rationally and systematically explain the apparently supernatural or statistically improbable phenomena I've observed? Can such effects be reproduced? Reliably?
Sex. Food. Sexy food. Foody sex.
Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me?
Sometimes I'll share drinks and conversation with a few close friends.
I've recently started playing a Dungeons and Dragons campaign that may or may not happen on Friday.