My Dad's boss called him today and asked why he wasn't at work. It turns out he was let go entirely by mistake, and his boss didn't even know about it, so she got him his job back. He starts again on Wednesday!
I think I might celebrate by picking up a couple blind-bag ponies...
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
In other news, today I went on a field trip to the zoo.
It was okay, but it didn't go quite as well as I'd hoped. Mostly because it was more crowded than I'd expected, and there were a lot of little kids running around and being noisy. At the risk of sounding like kind of a dick, I really don't like that.
I mean, it's Monday at 2 PM in the middle of the school year. Surely it would be reasonable to expect that there wouldn't be this many families at the zoo?
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I don't think so. There weren't any groups that big. They all seemed to be with parents and grandparents.
And before anyone asks where the sounding like a dick thing came from, I didn't want to come across as one of those people who go "damn filthy obnoxious kids and their obnoxious breeder parents messing up my peaceful existence WHARRGARBL!" I'm certain I'd never work well with kids, and I still think stuff like that sounds inconsiderate.
"damn filthy obnoxious kids and their obnoxious breeder parents messing up my peaceful existence WHARRGARBL!"
Please cite, in the form of a 600 word essay, double-spaced and peer-reviewed by no less than three Ivy League think-tanks as to how antinatalists are "obnoxious" and furthermore,
You can't argue that it's not a pleasant thought by itself. It just leads to things that lead to things that lead to dictators and people never going home again.
Huh. Lofty ideal that's eventually felled by disappointment. Feels particularly evocative of the 1900s.
I went Halloween shopping with the fam and everyone has their costumes but me.
I would've gotten something, except I have no idea what I want to be. My brother suggested Finn but I have hairy, ashy legs that are brown, so that probably would look more than a little unsettling.
Nyehhbluhing right now. What to be? Or to be anything at all?
“Ha, ha!” You laugh, holding the bottle of bacon-flavored coffee syrup, because you find the idea of bacon funny. Then, a knock at the door. It’s the irony enforcer. He pushes his way past you, and refuses to leave your house until you drink enough cups of coffee that you use up all your bacon syrup. You start to cry on your third cup, and you don’t stop for two weeks, and you don’t think bacon is funny anymore, you think it’s a fatty part of a gross animal and you hate it.
“Ha, ha!” You laugh, holding the bottle of bacon-flavored coffee syrup, because you find the idea of bacon funny. Then, a knock at the door. It’s the irony enforcer. He pushes his way past you, and refuses to leave your house until you drink enough cups of coffee that you use up all your bacon syrup. You start to cry on your third cup, and you don’t stop for two weeks, and you don’t think bacon is funny anymore, you think it’s a fatty part of a gross animal and you hate it.
STOP.
DOING.
THINGS.
I.
DON'T.
LIKE.txt
Nope it's perfectly acceptable to be completely repulsed by bacon-flavored anything, as well as the HEY GUYS LOOK I'M SO WACKY AND ZANY demographic that it targets
One thing I like about the internet is how easy it is to find the one other person in the world who loves thirteenth-century religious chants, the one other person who has read that spectacular out-of-print book that defined your childhood, and someone who remembers that one thing, you know, where the beard was fake and the man had a secret compartment of eggs in his hat. That thing. I think the bad guy was a red-head, and the girl was not actually dead.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I went Halloween shopping with the fam and everyone has their costumes but me.
I would've gotten something, except I have no idea what I want to be. My brother suggested Finn but I have hairy, ashy legs that are brown, so that probably would look more than a little unsettling.
Nyehhbluhing right now. What to be? Or to be anything at all?
I also enjoy wacky novelty items because they are wacky.
And I also use the word irony incorrectly on a regular basis, because the people I am communicating with understand what I mean, and that is all that language is for. Also because it's ironic.
I also enjoy wacky novelty items because they are wacky.
And I also use the word irony incorrectly on a regular basis, because the people I am communicating with understand what I mean, and that is all that language is for. Also because it's ironic.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Bye, Lazuli. Have a good day.
Is it weird that... wait. The question is not whether it's weird, but how weird it is that a Pokémon mini-game has given me an idea for an RPG character.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
At times I've wanted to read PPGD regardless of whether or not it's good, but I'm the kind of person who enjoys reading stupid shit.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Bleedman pretty skilled, I'll give him that. He also has a consistent work ethic to keep churning this stuff out.
He's completely devoid of originality, though. Hell, that page SL posted is regular form for him -- a cartoon referencing a cartoon. He also panders to that played-out and embarrassing notion that something meant for kids can be all dark and serious and mature. It was mildly creepy to begin with, then he adds that layer of pain to the whole thing.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i just want your professional take on how many things in my dream symbolize dicks
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Huh. Lofty ideal that's eventually felled by disappointment. Feels particularly evocative of the 1900s.
I went Halloween shopping with the fam and everyone has their costumes but me.
I would've gotten something, except I have no idea what I want to be. My brother suggested Finn but I have hairy, ashy legs that are brown, so that probably would look more than a little unsettling.
Nyehhbluhing right now. What to be? Or to be anything at all?
I totally would have if they had any of him.
Maybe I might get lucky online...
not to mention my lack of, y'know, ability to pull off his expressions.
And don't even get me started on that other other Mordy. He's got a freaking falcon on his shoulder, I couldn't do that if I even wanted to.
Such as being yourself.
/cheesy but true
One thing I like about the internet is how easy it is to find the one other person in the world who loves thirteenth-century religious chants, the one other person who has read that spectacular out-of-print book that defined your childhood, and someone who remembers that one thing, you know, where the beard was fake and the man had a secret compartment of eggs in his hat. That thing. I think the bad guy was a red-head, and the girl was not actually dead.
I went to the newly remodeled McDonald's. It looks pretty good, actually. Maybe a little drab, but nice.
They got rid of the Comic Sans napkin dispensers I told you about...
...and got NEW Comic Sans napkin dispensers.
HAW HAW
It is the 90s comics to the original show's Silver Age. Make of that what you will.
People die and stuff. I dunno, I've not actually read it.
Anyway I am leaving now. Bye.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
OH YEAH