Stagnant water turns green with cyanobacteria in a body of water connected to the Buriganga River. Fuelled by a growing international appetite for leather, the industry represents a sizeable chunk of Bangladesh’s yearly export revenue. There are about 200 leather tanneries in the Hazaribagh district of Dhaka, the capital. Some use modest technology and machinery, but most operate as they did decades ago and release untreated toxic chemical waste near residential areas.
the thing i like about cyberpunk is that it was completely correct about universal malevolent corporate oversight, the total destruction of the middle class, and the profound desperation and hunger that drives young people to learn hacking and internet fluency. you can sort of mentally prepare yourself for how incredbly bad things are by reading, for example, any Shadowrun campaign or World of Darkness flavor book from the late 80s early 90s and saying to yourself, softly like a cantrip, “this but unironically”
doctor who more like doctor poo
LET’S SEE YOU TRY TO COME BACK FROM THAT ONE DOCTOR POO FANDOM
I don’t really play the whole fandom game, but I’d love to see a tumblr based flame war between all of the fandoms. It would all be lame puns and cheeky reaction gifs culminating in an argument about who is the gayest.
The winning fandom is, of course, sirs Ian and Patrick’s real life friendship. Knight bros forever!
Peter Boyle on the feels of no gf.
There are good days, and there are days that start with burning your penis.
I joined HitRecord for some reason and wrote this. It was in response to a request for innuendo packed pieces about a guy who uses gun ownership to overcompensate for inadequacy in other areas. Basically, they wanted gun related dick jokes. I feel that I am up to that task.
The Scene: An apartment, shared by our hero, Peter Lackin, and his room mate, Dan. Dan has come home with a new friend, Jen. The room is dark, lit by the television. Peter is sitting at the table. There are gun parts strewn around, and we can’t see his hands under the table.
PETER: Hi, guys!
Peter waves with his left hand. His right hand remains out of sight.
DAN: Hi, Peter. This is Jen. Jen, Peter. He’s my room mate.
We can see that Peter is stroking something under the table.
PETER: Hello, Jen. It’s nice to meet you. I’d get up, but I’m a little busy.
JEN: Uh, what are you doing?
PETER: Oh, I’m just polishing my barrel.
The stroking motion gets a little faster.
DAN: Yeah, he spends a lot of time working on that thing.
JEN: Right here in the living room?
DAN: It’s his place too.
Peter squeezes a generous dollop of some sort of cream into his hand and resumes polishing, vigorously
JEN: What did he just do?
PETER: It’s special oil I use.
DAN: You want a beer or something?
Dan leaves in the direction of the refrigerator. Jen gives them a whatever look and turns away. When she sees the TV, she looks shocked again.
JEN: Are you watching porn? You totally are.
Peter is starting to get short of breath
PETER: It relaxes me.
Cut to Jen’s face. She looks confused.
Cut to Peter. He’s concentrating very hard.
Cut to Dan, looking in the refrigerator.
Cut to Jen. She looks scared!
Peter now, he’s leaning into it, moaning.
Cut to Dan. He’s holding three beers.
DAN: Here we go!
PETER: Oh! Jesus!
Cut to Jen, very quickly, she looks resigned, maybe a little disappointed.
Cut to Dan, just in time to see him pop the cap off the first bottle.
Back to Peter. He collapses on the table. He’s disheveled and sweaty, his hair is everywhere. He reaches up with his right hand to drop the part he was polishing and gropes around weakly for a cigarette.
Show Jen, with a horrified look on her face. Dan puts a beer in her hand and we fade to black.
You know, /why haven’t/ science a giant bread??