When you work at Nintendo, and you (or your partner) have a baby, they send you this adorable card. (BTW, the Iwata signature looks printed on, but the Reggie one looks legit)
The special gifts are the SOFTEST BLANKET EVER with baby Yoshi embroidered on it, a home safety kit, and an infant CPR dummy. Nintendo is all about safety.
Anyway, i just thought this was super adorable, and wanted to share it with people.
That’s awesome
Tell us you hate Nintendo after seeing this.
Go on. Do it.
omg
So you know how UKIP said that all the floods in the UK currently are because of gay marriage
well someone’s gone and made a twitter account called @UkipWeather and let me tell you this is pure gold
and my personal favourite
I feel like one of theses days the joker is gonna spray Gotham with laugh gas and NOTHING will happen. The citizen of Gotham will have built an immunity from all the chemical shit that gets thrown at them.
I don’t think that’ll happen. Immunity to chemicals/poisons tends to be built up in matters of small exposures (I think, not my field) and the villains would have to be using the same basic chemicals every time, not likely. You’d also have to survive the prior exposures which seems not very Gotham~y. — Besides, it’s a fictional city and that wouldn’t make for a good story precedent to set, the citizens as immune to such a common plot point.
Now what I’d like to see is the people of Gotham building an immunity to widespread media panic about said Joker Gas.
It becomes like a pollen count on the weather. “And today’s expected Joker Toxin index is listed at 15.4, so make sure to put those breakable objects away on high shelves and put the kids to bed early, because this is going to be a bad one.”
And then the next panel shows an average family just matter-of-fact, getting the seatbelts (that they’ve installed by now) and strapping themselves in while green and/or purple clouds start filtering in through the window, so they’re safely secured when they start to have painful hysterical fits.
Every time the Joker breaks out, sporting goods stores have a BOGO sale on mouthguards.
Yes.
And like certain cities I know of down South where there’s a chemical depot, many citizens actually own gas masks and there’s sirens for leaks.
You wanna help out Bruce? Those gas masks that you and the Robins don to such good effect (until a villain knocks it off mid-fight), have Wayne Enterprises “develop” a cost-effective public version to sell since it’s such a regular issue. How to keep your giant ass company in business and make your night job easier. Hell, given how regularly it comes up, the government would pay for it. They do in real life.
I’d love to see little things about how there’s water filters commonly purchased advertised by being “Gotham-Grade” or how it was tested and proven to filter out chemicals just like was used in the Scarecrow’s last attack. Stuff like that.
Immunity isn’t likely, but companies capitalizing on the commonality of the threat, locals being desensitized to the repeated same threat situations — that’s stuff I’d buy.
I grew up in North Alabama. — We are not going in the safe room yet, that tornado cell isn’t close and it’s gonna be really boring sitting in a closet with the battery operated radio. Just leave the weather coverage running on the TV and come help fix dinner. — You learn to read how much of an immediate issue commonly occurring dangers are and you take reasonable action without flipping out. It’s part of the routine.
“Honey, get back here and finish your dinner. You heard the radio; Killer Croc is two blocks south of here and going the wrong direction. Your food’s getting cold.”
This is exactly the kind of Gothamite I would expect.
“Channel 8 says the fight with Freeze is going on in Tribeca and headed towards the West Village, your school is not going to be closed tomorrow. Now go write your report. You’ll wish you had to deal with Batman if you bring home one more D in Mr. Jones class.”
People choose entertainment based on how nondescript the name and theme are, and places with giant smiling faces/puns of ANY kind quickly go bankrupt. Street and buildings have been quietly renumbered so there are less 2s. Restaurants close on holidays and everyone has quiet meals indoors – Takeout places triple their business. Restaurants adapt by offering unnamed parallel days of celebration –
‘Come in February 17th with your significant other. Enjoy a quiet, safe meal – our dining room features no unnecessary decorations, and our name has no unfortunate associations in the world’s 32 most common languages!’
yes i want a gotham not crushed by murder and fear where people have adapted and are rarely in too much danger where businesses no longer have themes because theme criminals are so bad for business
Elf, it got better.
uk politics gothic
david cameron sits in his office. he’s a very serious man. he’s trying to write a very serious speech about the very serious issue of the working class sponging from food banks, but it is very difficult to concentrate when water is dripping ceaselessly from the ceiling. there is no leak upstairs and no burst pipe, but still it pours in. it’s knee deep now. he looks at the tattoo-like message that appeared on his arm overnight. for every hungry mouth, another drop will fall. thatcher’s ghost drifts in again and snickers with glee. i do love the rain, she says. david doesn’t know how to swim.
nick clegg looks in the mirror and the reflection of david cameron moves with him. little yellow canary birds fall dead from the trees wherever he goes. all his ties are blue now, and when he goes to buy a particularly fetching mustard one, that turns blue too. he can’t remember if he went to cambridge or oxford. his wife grows tired of having to wade through tiny avian corpses wherever she goes, but still they mount up.
every room in ed milliband’s house is now a kitchen. he’s not sure how this happened. he started off with one, then built another for the nanny to use, of course- then-? he doesn’t recall. he doesn’t know how he amassed so many kitchens but now the press are starting to ask questions. why did you have 7 ovens delivered last week? why do you need 5 fridges?? are you opening a restaurant?? he doesn’t know how to say that he now sleeps on the breakfast bar and sponge baths himself via the kitchen sink. no matter what he orders from ocado, all that gets delivered are bacon sandwiches.
IMMIGRANTS!!! shrieks nigel farage. IMMIGRANTS IN MY FUCKING KITCHEN!!!!.EATING MY FOOD! PULLING MY HOUSE APART TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO LIVE!! he is frothing at the mouth in rage and has on a very snazzy pair of purple underpants. each bum cheek has a gold pound sign on it. his wife sighs into her breakfast. IMMIGRANTS IN MY HOUSE!!! he hollers again, and she looks where he is pointing. a tiny stream of ants are scuttling across the kitchen floor. yes, dear she says, and escorts him to sit on the sofa. he has become so racist that anything not produced within a 10 mile radius of him is repelled. their home is very sparse.
Found the best gothic post, everyone can go home now.
