Had a discussion with a coworker recently who was worried about thrifting books for the book cart for the patients because she doesn’t know what’s in them including (I shit you not) the lords name in vain. I actually read all the books I buy (reading a paperback out on the unit at night is one of the safest possible downtime activities). The only book that I’ve found too objectionable in two years of thrifting books for patients was The King’s Hounds by Martin Jensen because it was literally sooo Sean Connery’s bond style rapey all the way through like I’ve put lowkey furry erotica on that cart but even I have standards.

Can’t believe there are games like Dispatch, Mass Effect, NieR, Baldur’s Gate 3, Hades… muuuh children!! They gonna be… gasp GAY!!! And, and, and… happy! Noooooo!¡!¡

Why is it always those who are forcing their lifestyle on you who complain about others forcing their lifestyle on you?

How do they call it? Oh, right, PROJECTION. It’s always projection.

Hah. But Dragon Age Veilguard. Check mate. Qed. In your face. We got 'em, chat. It is finished , it is done. That’s all she wrote, folks. Le Fin.