It’s a 512x512 resolution texture in a game from 1998 back when 480p was standard and 320p was still pretty common. It was very important that you saw those breats.

I did the same for a while before the Stalker nerd in my lizard brain bought an AI-2 aid kit, gutted it, and converted it into a personal aid kit.

YOU SAY THAT - and are totally right - but that does bring back that memory I’ve got of seeing an utterly disgusting beer brewing kit being sold in the box for $10. The entire store smelled like decay.

British English term for wrenches.

Just contributed myself, and subbed. Always looking for a good jam after a good smoke.

Find a stoner buddy whose autistic special interest is music and music history. You’ll have endless recommendations for cool shit.

Source: One of my best mates’ autistic special interest is music and music history.

As for me personally, I like looking up music and genres specific to local areas, particularly those from other cultures. Afrobeat’s been big on my mind ever since I discovered it, and I’ve been having good luck searching through old Zamrock albums.

No that’s the one made extinct by feral cats, but that’s a different episode of Tom Scott’s Citation Needed than the one where I learned about the bird I was thinking of. Completely forgot that’s where I’d heard about it!

The bird I had in mind is the Great Auk, which was mentioned in a separate episode of Citation Needed lol

From Wikipedia: "The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles ... They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man ... but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83  

I’m struggling to remember the details, but I recall one account where somebody found a very rare, very endangered bird with its nest, strangled the bird and smashed the eggs within the nest, effectively just for shits and giggles. I’ll edit and update this if I can find the details.

Edit: The Great Auk. Wasn’t killed for shits and giggles, but they were desired for their down to the point the European populations were hunted into extinction. From Wikipedia:

The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles … They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man … but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83

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My favorite that I unironically love is Totally Rad. Short, sweet, to the point, and PERFECTLY encapsulation 80s radditude.

Here’s my insight - don’t spam unrelated junk on forums that don’t want it.

The Bark and Below It by the Olivia Tremor Control.

Good luck to ya.

Non-joke answer, I’d be curious to hear what kinda lyrics you could give to Hang Up Your Hang Ups by Herbie Hancock.

“Knew 'em? He was delicious!”

Music From the Unrealized Film Script: Dusk at Cubist Castle, by The Olivia Tremor Control. This album is so good it almost hurts.

Oh god how did I forget about the poem

The man bought an ivory gripped pistol for the assassination because he thought it would look cooler displayed in a museum, IIRC.

And cars fucking dragons.

Oh all you gotta do is visit a furry porn site. You’ll be awakened to all kinds of niche kinks and porn styles.

Source: Am furry trash

I like instrumental electronic songs, stuff with soft emphasis on melody, but a definite beat to rely on and some good atmosphere and mood. Found a good few songs like that out of the demoscene, actually!

https://youtu.be/nXZrPmUrKBo

Just using it as a streaming machine.