Turning around at my desk to see a spider on the wall

Question for people who stay white or black because they don't pick color roles in discord: how come?
Genuinely curious

rewatching the fma:b openings and thinking... maybe I should rewatch the whole series again

So behind on new shows though ahhh

Been putting off upgrading my license for all this time because I thought it had to be done in person. Turns out they'll just mail it. Who knew DMVs could have this small efficiency

Watching any Dune featurette is an exercise in learning how many names I've been mispronouncing (which, in case anyone asks, is most of them)

not watching it yet but you bet I WILL be. The art style is so painterly? World seems cool? Am a fan

NOo I don't like this new Hades

Does anyone else get irrationally annoyed when old songs get re-released alongside new ones in new EPs?

Pits my dislike of duplicates against my desire to have the whole album, which is silly cause they're all virtuAL

my quote repository coming together -rubs hands-

Not often I feel so conflicted about something. Such an unlikable cast of characters and unpleasant details and yet, riveting.

pancakehouse Thanks for the link! I found the issue. Your .award-slideshoww class has a width of 295px right now, but the width of the div it's in (.tab) has a content width of 146px and overflow: hidden. The result is that all the images can fit on one line inside .award-slideshoww without having to scroll, but .award-slideshoww is getting cut off.

If you either remove the width: 295px (will naturally fill 100% of the available space) or set it to 146px, you'll see the scroll.

As an aside, you should use height instead of width when setting the size of .award-slideshoww::-webkit-scrollbar because it's horizontal.

A few gems from Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, translated by Lydia Davis

SPOILER: Click to show

He was so angry he was quoting Latin. He would have quoted Chinese or Greenlandic, had he known the languages; for he was in the throes of the sort of crisis in which one's entire soul shows indiscriminately what it contains, just as the Ocean during a storm, gapes open from the seaweed on its shore to the sand in its abysses.

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"Your father-in-law is dead!"

The pharmacist had pondered his announcement, he had rounded it, polished it, cadenced it; it was a masterpiece of discretion and transitions, of subtle phrasing and delicacy; but rage had swept away rhetoric.

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Her poor hands wandered over the sheets with that hideous gentle motion of the dying, who seem already to be trying to cover themselves with their shrouds.

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One had to discount, he thought, exaggerated speeches that concealed mediocre affections; as if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest of metaphors, since none of us can ever express the exact measure of our needs, or our ideas, or our sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when we long to move the stars to pity.

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Vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.

pancakehouse Do you mind sharing a link to the site so I can see it in context? Can dm it to me