I’m living on Social Security so I don’t have much extra, but when I do, I’m partial to the Pongo Fund, which helps provide pet food and supplies to seniors, homeless people, and other needy souls. One of the things that really gripes me about the “assistance” available to homeless folks is they’re not allowed pets. People have refused assistance because they wouldn’t give up a pet.
Fucking cold, man. -11C, +12F wind chill, forecast of more-or-less snow & sleet and high winds for a couple of days. The damn wind is always the worst part. :-(
*performing sacramental ingestion of oat-milk covfefe, huddling under blankie*
We would hit the houses surrounding the Cherry Creek Country Club on All Goblins Eve. Full size Baby Ruths, Butterfingers and Reese's Cups on offer. Being the little shitbags we were we would repeat the best dozen or so marks. Changing-up costumes trading our masks and accouterments. Playin these rich fucks.
Call me a very young republican at the time but I always loved the snow.
Whether this restriction remains after Orange Mussolini gets some of his sycophantic idiots in charge remains to be seen.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗧𝗖 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹, 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮, 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 — The Federal Trade Commission (FTC) announced sweeping action against some of the most important companies in the location data industry on Tuesday.
Not sure if there are any 'Helluva Boss' fans here on Yr Wonkette, but the latest episode unveiled the final three of the deadly sins - Satan, Leviathan and Belphegor.
Satan (wrath) looks pretty much as you'd expect; Belphegor (sloth) looks a little like Baphomet, a little like a ewe, and somewhat like an eldritch horror who's been hitting the drugs really hard.
Leviathan (envy) is interesting in that she has two heads.
Oh tribe, I screwed up. I’m not supposed to screw up. I don’t have the latitude for screwing up, I don’t live at a latitude for screwing up.
I woke up with one cat that I usually don’t sleep with purring contentedly on top of me. I casually checked the time—12:54! I’m hot! I come thoroughly awake, and realized the electric heater in the bathroom next to my bedroom is still on. I run it when I’m in the shower to help dry the bathroom, and this time I turned it towards my bedroom for a few minutes to warm it up. Fortunately, I had turned off the bathroom fans before I fell asleep. The heater has a thermometer in the top of it and it says it’s 75° in there, and then the cat that usually sleeps with me meows when she hears me moving around. I need to sort cats out before I let her in, so I walk away, and I hear her hurl her little body against the door.
I use doors to create a catlock, get the cats sorted, and start to head down the stairs. Living room light is still on, I hadn’t finished cleaning the litter boxes or tidying up the kitchen or putting wood on the fire. I just got out of the shower earlier and was resting on my bed and went out like a light. I am not supposed to do that. I cannot emphasize that enough.
It’s not too cold out, probably around 15 or 20°, but I’m not supposed to screw up like that. I have everything sorted now and I’m finishing cleaning my teeth. I fell asleep earlier with a towel around my hair and it’s still damp. It’s cooling off in the bedroom now, and Alice is considering forgiving me, I think. If I make a move towards her, she scoots to the other side of the room and sit there, and glares at me. If I ignore her, she comes back to the bed where I am. I know, kiddo.
Having just turned 70, I think I'm making some more mistakes/missteps in my daily life. Old(er), tired, sick of fucking Earth II ....
I tell myself I have to slow down, think through, recheck. And let my regrets and recrimination go for smaller mistakes. 'Big', to me, means something more like killing someone through a driving error. We do the best we can.
I have been so tired in the last few months. Last night I came home after work for a zoom meeting, and I was going to go back to town to go grocery shopping. By the time the meeting was over and I had eaten something, I realized I would be better off, not going back.
I pulled in a sled load of wood and put it on the rack, and then I went outside to put the car in the garage, and it was covered with snow. I took it out for a little spin to knock the snow off, but it didn’t blow off because it wasn’t quite dry. I parked in front of my garage and started sweeping it off, and the snow seemed to be accumulating almost as fast as I was sweeping. I finally called it and stuck it in the garage.
On a serious note, I really depend upon my routines, so that even if I am subpar, the important things, the necessary things get done. This could’ve been a major screwup. Question isn’t whether I got away with it, it’s that it happened.
It's still cold in the winter here, but it ain't living at 9,500' on Monarch Pass, CO. Lost two mountaineering buds to an avalanche above that pass about 50 years ago.
Now we go for long walks around the village (as long as it's not raining). Our house is at about 270 meters AMSL.
We have a coworker this year, newly up from Texas. Her only experience with cold and icy roads is the big freeze when Cancun Cruz scooted. She was so surprised, which in turn surprised us, that we were all ingathering her, asking about the tires on her car when the snow came, advising her to watch out for the moose and watch out for the moose behind the moose, etc. She was actually tearing up when she talked about the way people were watching out for her. I didn’t even comprehend that they wouldn’t.
I think part of that stems from how serious the consequences can be of screwing up. People would try to help you figure it out. I also told her that people would only tell her things once or twice, and then after that, they step back and let her figure it out. And she got it.
Someone would keep an eye on you. I’m picturing you bundled up and wrapped up like a toddler in a snow suit, and people going on shifts to make sure you don’t get lost in a snowbank.
I'm at the round the corner trump bar to watch my Nuggets. Get a wild hair and do a little blow for the second time in the 5 years since my heart surgeon while scrubbing up said "your next bump may be your last" as a worst case is always obligatorily on offer but thankfully immediate blood pressure meds and giving the shit up alleviated the need for them to intrude since or however close at the time. Point being I was on my know-it-all game tonight and those present will hear about it.
Luke, an obnoxiously handsome young man who sits at the end of the bar but is engrossed in getting hammered rather than to pursue his destiny of getting laid is captive to my wisdumb. He's smart and thoughtful enough but ill informed. As the conversation progresses, he voted for Harris, (allegedly) we've spoken politics before. We had a real opportunity to respectfully share our differing views.
"We shouldn't be spending countless billions in Ukraine when the money could be so much better spent here at home although I support the Ukrainians."
"The numbers - countless billions - you're hearing from Fox are bogus. In large part what we send them is dated never used material sitting in a desert somewhere that relieves us of storage and maintained cost. We paid for that shit decades ago."
Okay, he sorta of gets that and I tell him the obvious end game is the creation of an American oligarchy based on the Russian model. You get fed lies to confuse (Not so! he does his own research, seriously said that) the issues to become complacent and disoriented.
His story morphs:
"It'll be a rough 4 years, but they aren't going to do all that kicking doors down and concentration camp fascist shit you suggest. Our democracy will hold."
"Dude, we're already there. Mr. Pacheco, do you have documents to prove your citizenship at the ready? I'm a white motherfucker and I don't know what that entails nor could I produce them on demand."
"I can get a copy of my birth certificate."
"Obama docs were signed off on from the repub Gov. and Sec of State from Hawaii at the time along with two birth announcements in separate newspapers and that shit wasn't good enough for these Nazi's. I could get a certified copy of trump's birth cert for $20 with the answer to 3 or 4 ubiquitously known questions - mother's maiden name, county and date of birth etc. - don't prove shit and good luck clarifying matters from a desert encampment in Arizona with no phone service let alone internet."
Anyway, I made him promise to get on Wonkette and read a handful of articles before I see him next. I warned him it would be unchartered waters, perhaps off-putting for a clown who is accustomed to doing his own research, but the truth will prevail if you allow it.
From my current story in progress. A revelation she didn't want:
________________________
A clause in her contract was highlighted. “Clause 2b clearly states that once you have been uploaded to the ship for departure, your body becomes the responsibility of Upgrade.” He gave her a serious look. “You do know there are food shortages back on Earth.”
“Yes, but – “ Her eyes suddenly went wide. “Wha - ?”
“And life-support equipment and medical care costs a lot of money.”
The body's she's in for the above scene is that of an anthropomorphic silver-backed jackal. Adapted for arid regions on the new colony planet she's gone to.
It's a cushy job, no pesky Legislature, and he becomes part of the Presidential succession should The Homunculus and The Couchfucker get the chop (of course, he'll be fairly down the pecking order, but the job will also burnish his cred when he makes his next run for the top spot).
It hasn't been numb since the surgery, so I'm loving that. It's not too tender, until a bit of load is on it*. Which is generally easy to avoid. The whole hand feels iffy, so I'm trying not to challenge it.
I have a couple more weeks of recovery and then I'll schedule the right one.
*I have a back spasm that has made me lean on it a time or two.
Morning all! Power went out a bit ago, and I grabbed a high powered flashlight to walk into the kitchen. I stood there trying to remember *why* I walked in the kitchen, and I started absentmindedly swinging the flashlight in a circle by its rubber lanyard. While doing this, I accidentally shone the light in my eyes and practically blinded myself. I am a genius.
The other night I went into the kitchen to get a soda. I noticed that my blinds weren't closed properly and that someone could see into my house. So I spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out how to flatten the blinds so they would shut properly (the string got messed up). I went back and sat on the couch with a great sense of accomplishment and then realised I forgot my soda. I am an idiot.
Earlier this year I was walking around inside the house, and noted that the front blinds (facing the street) were open.
It was then that I realized that I was walking about nekkid, as the house is kept warm enough for skin in the summer, so I bolted out of line of sight.
Yeah, I forget sometimes that I go about Wonkette-fashion while in my house.
Our progeny has an odd habit of walking around the house starkers, so our secret parents' nickname for them is FNP (frequently naked person). Which is fine! I mean...... just a bit odd for a very very shy young adult, and past age 10 or so. I think? What the hell do we know, it's our only one. None of us are very hung up on being totally clothed all the time, so.
I’m living on Social Security so I don’t have much extra, but when I do, I’m partial to the Pongo Fund, which helps provide pet food and supplies to seniors, homeless people, and other needy souls. One of the things that really gripes me about the “assistance” available to homeless folks is they’re not allowed pets. People have refused assistance because they wouldn’t give up a pet.
https://www.thepongofund.org/
Suddenly wish I was *like* an actual cat, in a full-body double-coat of fur.
Brrrrrr.
You Guys.
Fucking cold, man. -11C, +12F wind chill, forecast of more-or-less snow & sleet and high winds for a couple of days. The damn wind is always the worst part. :-(
*performing sacramental ingestion of oat-milk covfefe, huddling under blankie*
30 degrees American here in Denver. Highs in the mid 50's all week!
This global warming thing isn't so bad.
Nice! And sunny, too, I bet.
But was there freezing rain on Halloween? Because that's tradition!
We would hit the houses surrounding the Cherry Creek Country Club on All Goblins Eve. Full size Baby Ruths, Butterfingers and Reese's Cups on offer. Being the little shitbags we were we would repeat the best dozen or so marks. Changing-up costumes trading our masks and accouterments. Playin these rich fucks.
Call me a very young republican at the time but I always loved the snow.
Snow is gorgeous and and = skiing, fuck yeah.
Pulled out one of my 3" thick South American hand-knit alpaca sweaters from Boulder days today.
I love the fuckin cold. When it gets below zero-American I get out on the hammock. Got all the winter gear. Never sleep better!
I just sleep with a screened window at least part-open, year round, like a Scandinavian. Maybe you're a Siberian.
12 Fahrenheits is colder than my freezer.
We're getting the wind tomorrow. It's not bad here 27.9°F -2.3°C
Currently 41F down here in central FL. Might drop lower before sunup.
I'm in Lake County NE of Leesburg--37F here.
Yeesh. Yeah, I know there are frost/freeze warnings north of me (Winter Haven).
I do remember the year in the upper Midwest very very near me when it was colder than the surface of Mars or something. Maybe 10 yrs ago?
I should just shut up.
NO shutting up from you!
Liking to listen to you!
Ok, you're nice, thank you, I will try to buck up, LOL.
Whether this restriction remains after Orange Mussolini gets some of his sycophantic idiots in charge remains to be seen.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗧𝗖 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹, 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮, 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 — The Federal Trade Commission (FTC) announced sweeping action against some of the most important companies in the location data industry on Tuesday.
https://www.404media.co/ftc-bans-location-data-company-that-powers-the-surveillance-ecosystem/
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Great, this all sounds great.
Not sure if there are any 'Helluva Boss' fans here on Yr Wonkette, but the latest episode unveiled the final three of the deadly sins - Satan, Leviathan and Belphegor.
Satan (wrath) looks pretty much as you'd expect; Belphegor (sloth) looks a little like Baphomet, a little like a ewe, and somewhat like an eldritch horror who's been hitting the drugs really hard.
Leviathan (envy) is interesting in that she has two heads.
"So. This all seems…horrible."
𝗨.𝗦. 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸
FBI and CISA officials said it was impossible to predict when the telecommunications companies would be fully safe from interlopers.
https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/security/us-officials-urge-americans-use-encrypted-apps-cyberattack-rcna182694
Signal for your computer and phones: https://signal.org
Okay, so what do you do with this Signal thing?
Help. I think.
I'm a little concerned!
Signal app: end-to-end encrypted voice and text chat. On your phone, it's just another phone app.
So, instead of texting on the iPhone and MacBook?
You download the app. Here’s a tutorial.
https://youtu.be/IYCG89ijY64
Cool, cool. Thanks.
Have you been good? [Calvin & Hobbes]
https://assets.amuniversal.com/64a2c5808601013d7d8f005056a9545d
I didn't do it
You can't prove it
Nobody saw me
THE SHEEP ARE LYING!
snert
I have a t-shirt with those four lines on it.
Wish I'd done that
https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_fullsize/plain/did:plc:u2zs2typsklaohqmfyxiunvy/bafkreihvq466zhxxlvmwlnqneiuwauyzihzlsqwsrfjbj3jjtesa2n73oa@jpeg
That is way cool!
I'm sooo jealous (filled with admiration!) when people are that creative!
The details like going between the fingers on the left hand - chef’s kiss
Trump appointee announces they'll be running things exactly how we expected them to:
"Vivek Ramaswamy Claims DOGE Will ‘Scrutinize’ Federal Loans to Tesla’s Enemies"
https://gizmodo.com/vivek-ramaswamy-claims-doge-will-scrutinize-federal-loans-to-teslas-enemies-2000533684
"The government shouldn't be picking winning and losers," they said. Surely we can trust them to be fair.
I'm so old I remember when "enemies" were called competition.
The entire industry that has deemed his weirdass truck uninsurable.
I’m so pleased they’re banned in Europe so I don’t see the stupid things for a couple of weeks
I think this is a result of Reality TV where there can only be one winner and a shit ton of losers meant to be silently mocked and scorned.
Or "not-so-silently".
You're not wrong.
elmo is playing the game well by using his money to slant the board and guaranteeing him a win.
The world's first trillionaire and the mopes will cheer.
"A real merican."
This is where I get pissed off at the authors: "now overseeing many of those agencies via his newly created Department of Government Efficiency".
GTFOH with that "now" shit.
Because of course.
Oh tribe, I screwed up. I’m not supposed to screw up. I don’t have the latitude for screwing up, I don’t live at a latitude for screwing up.
I woke up with one cat that I usually don’t sleep with purring contentedly on top of me. I casually checked the time—12:54! I’m hot! I come thoroughly awake, and realized the electric heater in the bathroom next to my bedroom is still on. I run it when I’m in the shower to help dry the bathroom, and this time I turned it towards my bedroom for a few minutes to warm it up. Fortunately, I had turned off the bathroom fans before I fell asleep. The heater has a thermometer in the top of it and it says it’s 75° in there, and then the cat that usually sleeps with me meows when she hears me moving around. I need to sort cats out before I let her in, so I walk away, and I hear her hurl her little body against the door.
I use doors to create a catlock, get the cats sorted, and start to head down the stairs. Living room light is still on, I hadn’t finished cleaning the litter boxes or tidying up the kitchen or putting wood on the fire. I just got out of the shower earlier and was resting on my bed and went out like a light. I am not supposed to do that. I cannot emphasize that enough.
It’s not too cold out, probably around 15 or 20°, but I’m not supposed to screw up like that. I have everything sorted now and I’m finishing cleaning my teeth. I fell asleep earlier with a towel around my hair and it’s still damp. It’s cooling off in the bedroom now, and Alice is considering forgiving me, I think. If I make a move towards her, she scoots to the other side of the room and sit there, and glares at me. If I ignore her, she comes back to the bed where I am. I know, kiddo.
Having just turned 70, I think I'm making some more mistakes/missteps in my daily life. Old(er), tired, sick of fucking Earth II ....
I tell myself I have to slow down, think through, recheck. And let my regrets and recrimination go for smaller mistakes. 'Big', to me, means something more like killing someone through a driving error. We do the best we can.
It’s morning now and I reread these words, and I will think more about this. Thank you.
I could have written this^.
Same age and same concerns. Sharp as a tack; please ignore the rust.
I have been so tired in the last few months. Last night I came home after work for a zoom meeting, and I was going to go back to town to go grocery shopping. By the time the meeting was over and I had eaten something, I realized I would be better off, not going back.
I pulled in a sled load of wood and put it on the rack, and then I went outside to put the car in the garage, and it was covered with snow. I took it out for a little spin to knock the snow off, but it didn’t blow off because it wasn’t quite dry. I parked in front of my garage and started sweeping it off, and the snow seemed to be accumulating almost as fast as I was sweeping. I finally called it and stuck it in the garage.
Yeah, tired may be the biggest thing to watch out for. All m sympathy to you.
Thank you. I will be more careful about that. I’m going back to sleep now.
I was telling Zyx the other day, I really like when it gets survival cold. Of course you do , she replied. But, yeah, it's no joke.
The cats will forgive you. Eventually.
Possibly.
https://substack.com/profile/1687878-1d57a1d5931d/note/c-80001506?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=106di
On a serious note, I really depend upon my routines, so that even if I am subpar, the important things, the necessary things get done. This could’ve been a major screwup. Question isn’t whether I got away with it, it’s that it happened.
Where you live is too much adulting for me. I'd be dead in one season.
It's still cold in the winter here, but it ain't living at 9,500' on Monarch Pass, CO. Lost two mountaineering buds to an avalanche above that pass about 50 years ago.
Now we go for long walks around the village (as long as it's not raining). Our house is at about 270 meters AMSL.
We have a coworker this year, newly up from Texas. Her only experience with cold and icy roads is the big freeze when Cancun Cruz scooted. She was so surprised, which in turn surprised us, that we were all ingathering her, asking about the tires on her car when the snow came, advising her to watch out for the moose and watch out for the moose behind the moose, etc. She was actually tearing up when she talked about the way people were watching out for her. I didn’t even comprehend that they wouldn’t.
I think part of that stems from how serious the consequences can be of screwing up. People would try to help you figure it out. I also told her that people would only tell her things once or twice, and then after that, they step back and let her figure it out. And she got it.
I doubt I’d make a weekend
Someone would keep an eye on you. I’m picturing you bundled up and wrapped up like a toddler in a snow suit, and people going on shifts to make sure you don’t get lost in a snowbank.
I'm at the round the corner trump bar to watch my Nuggets. Get a wild hair and do a little blow for the second time in the 5 years since my heart surgeon while scrubbing up said "your next bump may be your last" as a worst case is always obligatorily on offer but thankfully immediate blood pressure meds and giving the shit up alleviated the need for them to intrude since or however close at the time. Point being I was on my know-it-all game tonight and those present will hear about it.
Luke, an obnoxiously handsome young man who sits at the end of the bar but is engrossed in getting hammered rather than to pursue his destiny of getting laid is captive to my wisdumb. He's smart and thoughtful enough but ill informed. As the conversation progresses, he voted for Harris, (allegedly) we've spoken politics before. We had a real opportunity to respectfully share our differing views.
"We shouldn't be spending countless billions in Ukraine when the money could be so much better spent here at home although I support the Ukrainians."
"The numbers - countless billions - you're hearing from Fox are bogus. In large part what we send them is dated never used material sitting in a desert somewhere that relieves us of storage and maintained cost. We paid for that shit decades ago."
Okay, he sorta of gets that and I tell him the obvious end game is the creation of an American oligarchy based on the Russian model. You get fed lies to confuse (Not so! he does his own research, seriously said that) the issues to become complacent and disoriented.
His story morphs:
"It'll be a rough 4 years, but they aren't going to do all that kicking doors down and concentration camp fascist shit you suggest. Our democracy will hold."
"Dude, we're already there. Mr. Pacheco, do you have documents to prove your citizenship at the ready? I'm a white motherfucker and I don't know what that entails nor could I produce them on demand."
"I can get a copy of my birth certificate."
"Obama docs were signed off on from the repub Gov. and Sec of State from Hawaii at the time along with two birth announcements in separate newspapers and that shit wasn't good enough for these Nazi's. I could get a certified copy of trump's birth cert for $20 with the answer to 3 or 4 ubiquitously known questions - mother's maiden name, county and date of birth etc. - don't prove shit and good luck clarifying matters from a desert encampment in Arizona with no phone service let alone internet."
Anyway, I made him promise to get on Wonkette and read a handful of articles before I see him next. I warned him it would be unchartered waters, perhaps off-putting for a clown who is accustomed to doing his own research, but the truth will prevail if you allow it.
From my current story in progress. A revelation she didn't want:
________________________
A clause in her contract was highlighted. “Clause 2b clearly states that once you have been uploaded to the ship for departure, your body becomes the responsibility of Upgrade.” He gave her a serious look. “You do know there are food shortages back on Earth.”
“Yes, but – “ Her eyes suddenly went wide. “Wha - ?”
“And life-support equipment and medical care costs a lot of money.”
Her mouth hung open in shock.
Whoa!
https://youtu.be/dWMBgF-UCIY?si=GsYr2_lon7cdVNjR&t=20
LOL
Marty Feldman!
That's Eye gore.
What hump?
There wolf. There castle.
Walk this way.
She always exhibited good taste, albeit she didn’t taste good.
LOL
I have her losing her breakfast shortly afterward.
As papa shark said to baby shark, “Bump them a few times first. Scares the shit out of ‘em, and they taste better.”
(laughs)
The body's she's in for the above scene is that of an anthropomorphic silver-backed jackal. Adapted for arid regions on the new colony planet she's gone to.
From Reuters:
𝑊𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑇𝑂𝑁 (𝑅𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠) -𝑈.𝑆. 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡-𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛, 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑔𝑠𝑒𝑡ℎ, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑒𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.
Hmm . . .
I was going to go with the "Top. Men." meme, but Ron DeSantis is definitely not a top.
Trump never relied on drunken excuses when assaulting women. No man should.
Agreed.
Whatever. Just get him the fuck out of state government. He is an absolute menace.
THEN maybe he'll get canned in short order. Yay.
One could say that for the entire GOP majority in the Legislature and the state Supreme Court.
I know, Ohio's gone insane, ultra-gerrymandered as well. Ugh ugh ugh.
I don't see what's in it for DeSantis. What would be the upside for him?
Could be all his sick dreams come true. Sick motherfucker.
Policies on treatment of prisoners, noncombatants, etc. Oh yes.
Considering Hegseth admitted wanting to withdraw from the Geneva Convention.
Send him to Libya for a couple months. See if he changes his tune about withdrawal from the Geneva Conventions.
😺
What a dumb fuck. He should get on ketamine.
Musk will be wandering around, hawking it. "First hit's free."
Surgeon General Musk?
Heck yeah.
It's a cushy job, no pesky Legislature, and he becomes part of the Presidential succession should The Homunculus and The Couchfucker get the chop (of course, he'll be fairly down the pecking order, but the job will also burnish his cred when he makes his next run for the top spot).
Lousy job security, though.
Very true.
I got my stitches out yesterday.
https://substack.com/@bobathonic/note/c-79857402?r=2kpbl7&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
How does it feel?
It hasn't been numb since the surgery, so I'm loving that. It's not too tender, until a bit of load is on it*. Which is generally easy to avoid. The whole hand feels iffy, so I'm trying not to challenge it.
I have a couple more weeks of recovery and then I'll schedule the right one.
*I have a back spasm that has made me lean on it a time or two.
Yeah, give it some time before doing those one-hand pushups.
Hopefully not anymore, but yeah, it was a carpal tunnel release.
Morning all! Power went out a bit ago, and I grabbed a high powered flashlight to walk into the kitchen. I stood there trying to remember *why* I walked in the kitchen, and I started absentmindedly swinging the flashlight in a circle by its rubber lanyard. While doing this, I accidentally shone the light in my eyes and practically blinded myself. I am a genius.
The other night I went into the kitchen to get a soda. I noticed that my blinds weren't closed properly and that someone could see into my house. So I spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out how to flatten the blinds so they would shut properly (the string got messed up). I went back and sat on the couch with a great sense of accomplishment and then realised I forgot my soda. I am an idiot.
Earlier this year I was walking around inside the house, and noted that the front blinds (facing the street) were open.
It was then that I realized that I was walking about nekkid, as the house is kept warm enough for skin in the summer, so I bolted out of line of sight.
Yeah, I forget sometimes that I go about Wonkette-fashion while in my house.
LOL
Ha!
I usually Pooh-Bear it, so I'm a hair more discreet.
Very fortunately I live on a quiet street, with hardly anyone bothering to look.
Our progeny has an odd habit of walking around the house starkers, so our secret parents' nickname for them is FNP (frequently naked person). Which is fine! I mean...... just a bit odd for a very very shy young adult, and past age 10 or so. I think? What the hell do we know, it's our only one. None of us are very hung up on being totally clothed all the time, so.
LOL
I have to be really careful, lest I forget to put on a pair of shorts before venturing outside to get my mail.
Oops.
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I like the new landmark feature better than the exports, but it could get more difficult.
Yeah, they're trying hard to make it more difficult to keep peoples' attention.