Since someone reposted my art, I guess it’s better to just put them all in one post and share it from the original source with you guys. Thanks for everyone who’s kind enough to tell me about this!
saw some weird tumblr ad that was like “Do you have an exit strategy?” & I didn’t watch the video or anything so I have NO idea what it’s trying to sell me but my immediate thought was “oh hell yeah buddy” and then I spent a minute imagining myself just colliding with walls in all sorts of ways and shattering them into thousands of little triangles like it was nothing
“What’s with all the fucking gaijin in this area?” “Dude, don’t say that, use gaikokujin, it’s nicer.” “Oh, shit, right. What’s with all the fucking gaikokujin in this area?”
“The breaded pork cutlet bento box is like mega power. More than ramen. That’s accurate.”
all of them start dragging kiryu for his shitty cheap shirt for five minutes
“Shooting people sends a message.” “So does shooting anything.”
(after being told that massage parlors, mahjong, and hostess clubs were cut from the US version) “I feel sorry for the people who bought the American version. SEGA USA sucks.”
S: I don’t know any ex-yakuza running orphanages. K: There was one a few years ago. A good guy. M: You sure it wasn’t just a tax shelter? K: Sure it was a tax shelter but he ran it like a legitimate thing. You know.
M: What’s the deal with Kiryu’s scarlet red shirt? He’s supposed to be a former boss of the Inagawakai–and he dresses like a chinpira (low level yakuza punk). He’s a yakuza, not a host. S: Except for Kiryu’s crappy shirt, it’s realistic. The top executive yakuza are all wearing good suits. They look like businessmen. The cabaret girls have incredible outfits.The hosts in the game are dressed like hosts. Somebody did his homework. K: The lady cop, her outfit is perfect too. The boring black suit with the white blazer. That’s what a woman yakuza cop dresses like. M: Except for Kiryu’s shirt, good. And his tattoo. S: Not much of a tattoo. K: Only on his back as far as I can tell. Maybe he ran out of enough money to get it finished.
Question for the mad scientists: when you’re blaspheming against God and nature by creating twisted hybrids of ordinary animals to do your bidding, how do you decide which animal’s name goes first? Like, what’s the difference between a duckbunny and a bunnyduck?
Well, ideally you’d want to optimize for accessibility, and make the first part of the name the thing that immediately occurs to any potential onlooker.
So if a neutral observer would say “It’s a… duck? A bunny? … a duckbunny?” in a horrified tone, then you know you’ve chosen correctly.
Obviously you occasionally have to make compromises with aesthetics and stress patterns though.
The $10 Revolution is an idea to transform the relationship we have to online media. The idea is this:
Set aside $10 of your budget a month. Just $10.
Then use that $10 to directly support creators you enjoy in whatever way you see fit. Maybe that means donating $1 to 10 different creators’ Patreons. Maybe that means subscribing to someone on Twitch for $5 and using the rest as a direct donation. Maybe that means giving the entire $10 to your favorite creator, and letting everyone else go.
But imagine the change if everyone set aside $10 to support their favorite online creators. If everyone who watched that tiny YouTube channel supported with $1. If everyone who read your favorite webcomic gave $1 a month.
Suddenly, an artist who has 300 fans has a legitimate source of income.
A YouTube channel with only 1000 subscribers might be able to sustain itself.
And the reliance on the ad-free model of media, where creators have to make clickbait to even have a chance of being seen, starts to end.
The $10 Revolution is not an idea, but a call to action.
Set aside just $10 a month, and ask your friends to consider doing the same.
I can’t believe that the government is watching our every move and yet they refused to warn me that I was about to walk into a Panera where THREE of my exes were working together.
Hey, the government? You could’ve texted me. You’ve got GPS; they’ve got their jobs on Facebook; I know you know we dated. You knew, you have the technology, and you just let me walk in there, make eye contact with them, and walk out without ordering anything. Fuck you. I hate this country.
