Overcompensation

Example

Hard Boiled by Frank Millar and Geoff Darrow is the funniest comic I’ve read this morning

Hard Boiled by Frank Millar and Geoff Darrow is the funniest comic I’ve read this morning

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Do you know how Steven Universe was a show about a seemingly-prototypical Saturday-morning cartoon kid hero who, under the prototypical conditions of his genre, eventually internalized a deeply unhealthy model of himself as a problem solver and utilitarian object, valuable only in terms of his ability to live up to the expectations of his role? And you know how that show had an entire wind-down season about how the mindset that carried Steven through the first five conventional seasons left him totally adrift and unprepared for “civilian life,” how he’d been inadvertently left without the most basic skill set for existing as his own person independent of a larger heroic goal? Because there was just never time to squeeze it in? Well, if you take away the part where his guardians did that on accident instead of on purpose, as a deliberate lever of control, and if you let that kid age out of his cute, photogenic adolescence into an upper-middle-age to which the audience is much less reflexively sympathetic, and if you take away the part where anything was ever okay again for anyone ever, well. You're sort of getting within swinging distance of the lens through which I view Eidolon

Krinklecrumb the Christmas Elf sighs after another long day of loading Marcille, Freiren, and Galadriel figurines into the warehouse. It's only May, but now's the busy season. Can't be loading sleighs in the middle of a polar winter. He feels a strange mix of resentment and longing for these beings the humans call elves. They're so much taller and prettier than him. Far North Elfish doesn't have a word for what he's feeling. 'Unjolliness' is the closest he can get. He'll talk to the boss tomorrow. The boss will know what to do.

WolfSpider I started drawing while I was reading early Worm! Rachel and Taylor return tired after committing crimes, and fall asleep on the couch together...

maybe I’ll finish and color this maybe I won’t. members of the Trafficult, harmless if not somewhat odd individuals who meditate under the few working street lights left in New York

Working on a pitch for a spinoff of Spy Kids called Child Soldiers

Baptized in bin juice. Ringed in trash fire! The Gobling Sage

Coming from someone who's only real experience with Fallout comes from your posts and the amazon show, it seems like the series really likes its 'by the way the reason you set out in the first place doesn't really apply anymore, but how do you feel about this faction anyways?' sort of endings? Is this a new-ish thing or did the older stuff play into this as well?

It's pretty new- basically just Fallout 4 and the show that do it- more common is the two-step "set out in search of a legitimate goal only to discover a second, even-worse problem that you also have to solve in the back-half of the game." 4 is really the only one where your original goal just gets totally blown out of the water wholesale by revelations about the underlying facts of the situation. (That said, I do think that the show is directly inverting the main plot beats of Fallout 3 in interesting ways.)

Most days I'm prevented from overindulging in caffeine mainly by cost, which is good for my health on balance because given my lackluster impulse control scarcity acts as the main bulwark preventing me from bleeding brown when cut. However, sometimes my job- which involves pitching a lot of youth development programs to high schoolers- will send me to table at a jobs fair or some such thing that provides complementary boxed coffee for participants, and that's when things get dangerous. Because after four or five cups of that stuff- consumed under the same impulse under which I might otherwise drum my fingers or pace- well, after that, I tend to lose my cognitive capacity for most forms of human activity except for the rapid-fire carnival-barker-esque delivery of youth program pitches. And in this state I become the voice of the machine, the medium of the civic spirit, the Metatron of the metropole, the see-through sock puppet through which the city itself belts out the siren song of trade school. Interesting place to visit. Wouldn't want to live there.

It’s all “Nazi victory” this “confederate victory”that. Grow a pair. Push the space

Alternate history scenario where humanity was devastated in the Paleolithic era when the guy chiseling the first wheel got really unlucky and hit the rock at the precise angle necessary to split the atom

Alternate history scenario where humanity was devastated in the Paleolithic era when the guy chiseling the first wheel got really unlucky and hit the rock at the precise angle necessary to split the atom

There is an entire ecosystem on instagram of creator-owned startup superhero properties that desperately want to be the next Watchmen or even the next Youngblood but- and this is crucial- will not be

In the basement of my town's high school is a supercomputer that is constantly calculating the current value of every large object (<100 kg) in the world, down to a fraction of a cent. It updates this data roughly four times a day, but it doesn't share it with anyone, not even the economists who run it. Nor does it store the results of its previous valuations.