Intramurine Affairs

This is from NAR, which is a cesspool of punsters, but this one takes the season:

The original post was An Emotional Victory. TL;DR is the champion of a chess tournament manages to forfeit their victory (and get kicked out!) by being a poor winner. One of the regular commenters hits that out of the park with her response:

"I'm glad they arrested him. If there's one thing I can't stand it's chess nuts boasting in an open foyer!"

Note: Later comments clarify the spurious "arrested" and add more chess stories.

Last night I saw Ralph Breaks The Internet -- first theatre movie I've gotten to in months! I'm still grinning.

It started slow, but then picked up pace (and spectacle), building to a multi-genre (and troperiffic) spectacle.
As you might expect, where the first movie was a love-letter to video games, this one is similarly a love-letter to the Internet. However, that does involve a lot more brand placement. It also brings in all the Disney Princesses, but that's done well (and quite amusingly), with solid trope awareness.

(Protip: Wait through the credits for the second bonus scene. ;-) )

"My mind is like my Internet browser. Eleven tabs open, three of them frozen, and I have no idea where that music is coming from." (From stardreamer).

"Depression commercials always talk about sadness but they never mention that sneaky symptom that everyone with depression knows all too well: the Impossible Task."...

Original Twitter thread by M. Molly Backes.

Someplace called "WokeSloth" offers a summary article for Backes' thread.

Relevant cartoon from Boggle the Owl.

That is totally my life. :-( (originally via Making Light)

This is a pretty good idea of what could be done. Add in a few infrastructure attacks as opportunity allows, but this sort of social attack could be amazingly damaging even on its own. Via the inimitable Bruce Schneier.

Please, nobody get offended, but I've stripped the somewhat random private accesses I'd given out so far, pending consideration of just what I want to do with that wall.

People often misunderstand the Freudian tripartite system, in large part because of mixing it up with the "shoulder angels" (which were originally Conscience versus Temptation).

AIUI, it boils down to:
1) The id is *all* the bottom-up urges, not just the nasty ones and sex drive, but also compassion, caretaking, playfulness, desire for connection....
2) The superego is *all* the controls, mandates, and sanctions supplied by parents, peers, society, etc. -- not just "be good", but also the often-unrealistic expectations and prohibitions, and the "Goddamn Tapes" immortalizing parental condemnation.
3) The ego is the central self, which uses cognition to negotiate and choose among their varied demands, including making calls about practicality and effectiveness.

Certainly Freud has a lot to answer for, and his basic model is mostly obsolete, but some of his stuff is still "useful bullshit".

So, yesterday I met my first sovcit in person, a customer at the bookstore where I work, He seemed fairly quiet, but when he started talking about politics, I fairly quickly went from "okay, now you're getting into crazy talk" (to which his response was "that's what they want you to believe...") to "ah, you're one of those sovcits, aren't you".

Interestingly, at that point, he started dumping his whole conspiracy theory on us, at once, as if once we "heard the truth", we'd have to be convinced. Something about how the New Deal involved taking away, (or maybe selling off) all the land, gold, and silver, and replacing the US government with a corporation overseen from the Holy See.

At no point did he become visibly agitated, but another employee (who was off to the side) noted afterward that he was open-carrying. They found that worrisome, but I figured that if someone like that was likely to invoke their gun in response to being contradicted, they'd have been long since taken off the streets already. In any case, his manner was not at all threatening or visibly "off", it was only the arguments he was advancing that were bizarre.