Do you need some Slackful Zines? I’ve got you covered.
The Vault of Slack is a SubGenius Zine for you - https://ko-fi.com/s/3f7d7e8c5e
Xenofact’s Xine is my discussion of spiritual and cultural issues, along with personal notes and weird art. https://ko-fi.com/s/3ccef6b00d
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Hey I’m Xenofact. I do a lot of weird and spiritual zines. So why not get some!
Maybe you want some SubGenius strangeness? https://ko-fi.com/s/3f7d7e8c5e
Or how about Taoism-infused speculation and perzine elements? https://ko-fi.com/s/3ccef6b00d
Did anyone know that slack gives you affirmations when you try to refresh it on the app because I sure didn’t
Cool cool. I had noticed that there are a lot of custom emojis that have been applied to both so as a user of a paid workspace/server, the experience is very similar between Slack and Discord.
Hehehehe Ambulon you hardaft I love you
[[MORE]]The Medbay blog has no idea that I only cut off the Autobot’s communications because I wanted to redesign them LMAO
Ratchet’s next mehehehe…
I’m always happy to talk about my sillies!! And I’m happy to hear you like my son! He’s not featured very prominently in the blog, but I do adore him deeply :)
As a yummy morsel, enjoy Slack’s entire backstory lol
Ratchet and Arcee took First Aid and Slack in not too long after the start of the war. The two younglings were fascinated by Ratchet’s work as a medic, and found themselves inspired to follow in his footsteps. While First Aid was the perfect apprentice, Slack quickly fell behind. His servos would seize and stop working in the middle of operations and tests, and Ratchet knew it would be too hard for him to continue with this line of work.
Slack was disheartened beyond words. He watched his twin gain praise from their creator figure, while he became despondent, unable to find a suitable career for himself.
He’s far more attached to Arcee and Wheeljack, and while he knows that Ratchet only wants what’s best for him, it still drove them apart. He still tries to encourage First Aid, though.
Of course, necessity is the mother of invention, and with traumatized soldiers piling into the Ark day after day, Slack found his calling. Not in helping the physically injured, but the mentally injured. After vorns of rigorous study, he dedicated himself to the practice of psychiatry as the Ark’s one and only processor specialist.
My beautiful son… I love him dearly. And I’m very pleased that you like him too!!! If you have any questions, I love to answer :)
Oh, and about his design… I like the colors purple and yellow. They compliment each other well… and given that he’s First Aid’s twin, they follow the same pattern of color scheme. His seizing servos also are inspired by my own arthritis-ridden hands lol
Them… <3
Soft launching my new designs for them!!! I think Frenzy desperately needed it. Sighs… I adore him mehehehe
A “guided meditation” from The Eighth Hermetic Schism of the Pilfered Pipe. Headphones and your preferred ‘Frop alternative recommended.
Sipping on some Pensive Slack.
A weird brew to choose, but maybe it’s a useful way to redirect one’s frustration with the frost giants who have recently “expressed” themselves all over one’s surroundings.
When the steaming mug is lifted, the murky liquid whispers to the nose about the Myriad Goodbyes, whose bitter twinge threatens to thwart all but the most stalwart frivolosopher who would partake.
The persistent one who follows through with the gesture knows better (this time, anyway) than to heed the sinister susurration and welcomes the sweet sip, which promises to sing of the Fondness that preceded Goodbye.
The wandering feet kick up a dense cloud of ancient library dust which swirls high and grasps a worn and worm-eaten volume from a long neglected shelf.
There’s a house somewhere far from here where you might’ve met Gaz and Dottie. And perhaps if you got to know them, they’d tell you about a small child they knew who would make a mystical world of their wooded back yard. Look off the high back patio and you can still see him down there consulting with his friend Lobo over a collection of Interesting Sticks and listening to the bellowing frogs of the nearby creek.
Cricket and Scooter might tell you too, if they had the power of speech, about the nights when the fascinated kid joined them on the floor by the patio door and stared into the pitch black void that the yard always turned into before bedtime. The two venerable Siamese twins purred contentedly, though perhaps a little miffed that some of their own food was on the other side of the glass, and waited alongside the child until, just off the edge of the high wooden platform, there emerged from the nothingness a family of masked furry faces to claim the snack Dottie had left for them.
And if the way home is too long, as it often is, you might be invited to stay in the guest bedroom where the kid once slept. And as the warm midnight breeze carries the droning cacophony of the bugs and other Night Things of the Woods to your drowsy ears, like the boy, you might also dream about the cats and the dog, and Gaz and Dottie, and magical raccoons.
Most people quit after a failed startup. Stewart Butterfield did something smarter.
He shut down a failing video game and noticed one thing his team couldn’t live without. A simple internal messaging tool. That tool became Slack.
The lesson is simple. Pay attention to what actually works, even if it was never part of the original plan. Some of the best companies are born from pivots, not pitches.
Sharing a short video on how failure quietly built one of the most used workplace tools today.
