I’k probably overreacting, but I suggest spending your dollars while the dollar still has value.

I would like to nominate Diego de Landa, burner of the Mayan books. And a lot of Mayan people. The Mayans had books, like normal paper booms filled with Mayan writing. Histories, religion, presumably everything a society would write down. There are only four Mayan books left now. It’s all gone. It’s a tragedy that particularly boils my blood and I’m making him the final boss of a Mesoamerican-themed Pathfinder campaign I’m about to run, because I want to live out a fantasy where he gets fireballed to death or something.

A bunch if young Australian guys try a bunch of different salts on french fries. Can’t remember the exact title but it’s old as fuck. They go down the periodic table column that familiar sodium chloride salt is in and try potassium et cetera until it gets radioactive and unobtainable.

We got a MAGA who thinks driving a Jeep makes her cool, but other than that it’s just three generations of mild autism

Fahrenheit is nice for talking about the weather, but metric is just better for everything else.