Ugly knock-off $$$$$ furniture (which I could make but would be ashamed of) still belongs to Kim Kardashian and if the butt-hurt designer's heirs have any beef, it is with the company that made it, not her. If they want to burn it, they need to pay her for it, what ever she bought it for, including transportation costs and inconvenience fees, and try suing the other company to recover damages.
Yikes, I never in world thought I would be defending a Kardashian. (Weren't they the villains in Deep Space 9?)
There was a story last night about how someone loaded a bunch of Bibles in a trailer and then left them in front of the church that freak MAGA preacher in Nashville runs (the one who was ALLEGEDLY doing sexxy times with Boebert before the Beetlejuice incident), and set them on fire.
My favorite line is where he's talking about the security cam footage:
"and you see him, he stops and unhitched the trailer, he's got his hazard lights blinking. Isn't that nice, a polite Satanist."
I was gonna ask if Donald is part of the Nashville Judds and that's why I should have heard of him, and also had an IKEA snark that I didn't really flesh out.
Look, I'm afab, stay-at-home, a mother to young soccer enthusiasts, most frequent cleaner and fixer of things (since I'm home the most.) I quilt, I knit, I cook. My variety of ace-spec means I have barely cast an admiring glance at anyone other than my husband in the last 26 years. I'm in the blasted church choir. And I would give a very rude response if anyone tries to dub me a "traditional wife." I do not want anyone thinking I'm the Suburban Tradwife Soccer Mom stereotype, even if, superficially, I share a fair number of the characteristics.
Tradwife was always meant to be a "political" thing, if you use the term broadly, like how they like to apply it to my morals about not shopping at Hobby Lobby.
If there’s any of you looking for inspiration to jump on Monday and the new month, check out this kiddo. Guarantee, your day will seem easy after you hear about his.
That Tiedrich post.... he's always great, and if he's not already one, he should DEFINITELY be an honorary and perhaps actual wonker. But this one? yeah, as he says, shoot that shit directly into my viens.
"does anyone remember that Trump accused Obama of spying on the White House with his magic microwave oven? it’s surreal to even type that sentence, but it actually happened — and then ten thousand other equally-insane things occurred and who even has room in their head to keep it all cataloged.
and now, as the campaign season heats up, the unrelenting fire-hose of batshittery is happening all over again.
“vermin poisoning the blood” is pushed out of the news by Trump’s half-billion dollar judgement, which is pushed out of the news by Trump accusing Biden of starting World War II, which is pushed out of the news by some cockamamie ruling by Trump fangirl judge Aileen Cannon, which is pushed out of the news by Trump promising a bloodbath, which is pushed out of the news by Trump catching a break on his half-billion dollar judgement, which is pushed out of the news by Trump posting violent videos, which is pushed out of the news by Trump attacking a judge’s daughter, which is pushed out of the news by—
for fuck’s sake, this guy is such a menace that they have to hide the identities of the jurors at all of his trials."
If you think Ms. Ladapo is overly aswirl in the cosmical gloop, look up her mentor Christoper Maher, inventor of "Bestercise."
Ladapo had to have done a tour through the spiritual vortices of Northern California. There is just no way to pick up that language so fluently without fully immersive learning.
That's what I was thinking. This sounds so much like EST (now the Forum) and other Eastern philosophies sort of taken over by us NorCal hippies. Look for her to model her "classes" after these previous incarnations of "spiritual enlightenment".
Brianna Ladapo would be a sympathetic story were she not just another grifter who has no idea how to do her colors. You're not an Autumn, Brianna. Ditch the hideous green dress.
So I'm down to one remaining busy work assignment and a final in regression analysis, and a final project in my business class (data analysis for continuous improvement, and as of yesterday, after taking my second regression midterm (which, fuck you, people, if you have more than one midterm, and they aren't in the middle of the term, they are just tests, not midterms. Or, since there are three tests in this calls, they're fucking triterms!), I am done. Not that I have finished everything, just that I feel done. No fucking more.. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Damn, how do I stay motivated for 27 more days? Coffee? Chocolate? That thing with the feather and the five gallon bucket of liquid latex?
I will never ever be on Team Kardashian. Ever read Jessica DeFino's substack The Unpublishable? Jessica's a former Kardashian employee and they were just as awful as employers as you could imagine.
He is astounding, the only woodworker who ever tempted me into wanting to give up everything and go do an apprenticeship with him (despite my having zero experience in woodworking).
Years and years ago, a design magazine had a spread of a home with his furniture. I ripped that thing out and kept it for ages, it was so wonderful to look at.
I had to stop half way through. She's delusional and probably diagnosable. It certainly helps confirm that Mr Ladapo is genuine in his quackery and madness.
But neither of them should be allowed to hold any position of responsibility anywhere.
The darling little animation today comes by way of Belgium. More info at the click: https://open.substack.com/pub/martiniambassador/p/ernest-and-celestine
This is awesome. Hey, I don't just watch freaky and dark animation.
Sometimes I like Belgian animation, sometimes I don't. I waffle.
I like this.
I can't believe I laughed at this.
And now I want waffles. Damnit, Me!
Strap up and head for a Waffle House.
Is it wrong that when I hear the term "strap up", my mind immediately goes to... not guns, let's say.
Wrong? You? Never!
I like the way you think!
Oh you! 😆
Would Walloony Tunes have been too much?
I thought it looked familiar.
It reminded me of Will Quack Quack
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFXdJkAqqUQ
I don’t know that one. It’s very cute.
It's Welsh. They used to put out two versions of each episode, one in Welsh and another in English. You can find both on YouTube.
"Welsh" is etymologically related to "Walloon", which is another link between the two cartoons.
It is SO pretty! Such a lovely little house--for a moment at the beginning I thought it was going to be Beatrix Potter.
This is so sweet and happy, Martini!
ME TOO! It instantly seemed Potterish to me!
@rebecca: read the trad wife story. It's a Pandora's Box-type story. It has hope at the end :)
Ugly knock-off $$$$$ furniture (which I could make but would be ashamed of) still belongs to Kim Kardashian and if the butt-hurt designer's heirs have any beef, it is with the company that made it, not her. If they want to burn it, they need to pay her for it, what ever she bought it for, including transportation costs and inconvenience fees, and try suing the other company to recover damages.
Yikes, I never in world thought I would be defending a Kardashian. (Weren't they the villains in Deep Space 9?)
I can never understand wanting such plain and seemingly poorly joined together furniture.
All the great talented woodworkers over the centuries wasted their time honing their skills and passing them on to future generations.
Florida's Supreme Court clears the way for abortion ballot measure that could protect the procedure
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2024/04/01/abortion-florida-ballot-state-supreme-court/73168293007/
#WomensRightsAreHumanRights
Would not want to be a Trumpublican running on that same ballot!
WIPE THEM OUT. ALL OF THEM. – Emperor Palpatine
Brianna is into some woo-ass shit. She and Dr. Joe deserve each other. We deserve neither.
There was a story last night about how someone loaded a bunch of Bibles in a trailer and then left them in front of the church that freak MAGA preacher in Nashville runs (the one who was ALLEGEDLY doing sexxy times with Boebert before the Beetlejuice incident), and set them on fire.
My favorite line is where he's talking about the security cam footage:
"and you see him, he stops and unhitched the trailer, he's got his hazard lights blinking. Isn't that nice, a polite Satanist."
That Donald Judd furniture looks like flat-pack IKEA knockoffs.
I was gonna ask if Donald is part of the Nashville Judds and that's why I should have heard of him, and also had an IKEA snark that I didn't really flesh out.
Look, I'm afab, stay-at-home, a mother to young soccer enthusiasts, most frequent cleaner and fixer of things (since I'm home the most.) I quilt, I knit, I cook. My variety of ace-spec means I have barely cast an admiring glance at anyone other than my husband in the last 26 years. I'm in the blasted church choir. And I would give a very rude response if anyone tries to dub me a "traditional wife." I do not want anyone thinking I'm the Suburban Tradwife Soccer Mom stereotype, even if, superficially, I share a fair number of the characteristics.
Tradwife was always meant to be a "political" thing, if you use the term broadly, like how they like to apply it to my morals about not shopping at Hobby Lobby.
If there’s any of you looking for inspiration to jump on Monday and the new month, check out this kiddo. Guarantee, your day will seem easy after you hear about his.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-fNzwo1iMA
That Tiedrich post.... he's always great, and if he's not already one, he should DEFINITELY be an honorary and perhaps actual wonker. But this one? yeah, as he says, shoot that shit directly into my viens.
"does anyone remember that Trump accused Obama of spying on the White House with his magic microwave oven? it’s surreal to even type that sentence, but it actually happened — and then ten thousand other equally-insane things occurred and who even has room in their head to keep it all cataloged.
and now, as the campaign season heats up, the unrelenting fire-hose of batshittery is happening all over again.
“vermin poisoning the blood” is pushed out of the news by Trump’s half-billion dollar judgement, which is pushed out of the news by Trump accusing Biden of starting World War II, which is pushed out of the news by some cockamamie ruling by Trump fangirl judge Aileen Cannon, which is pushed out of the news by Trump promising a bloodbath, which is pushed out of the news by Trump catching a break on his half-billion dollar judgement, which is pushed out of the news by Trump posting violent videos, which is pushed out of the news by Trump attacking a judge’s daughter, which is pushed out of the news by—
for fuck’s sake, this guy is such a menace that they have to hide the identities of the jurors at all of his trials."
Tiedrich, who is always on fire, has been especially spicy lately!
If you think Ms. Ladapo is overly aswirl in the cosmical gloop, look up her mentor Christoper Maher, inventor of "Bestercise."
Ladapo had to have done a tour through the spiritual vortices of Northern California. There is just no way to pick up that language so fluently without fully immersive learning.
That's what I was thinking. This sounds so much like EST (now the Forum) and other Eastern philosophies sort of taken over by us NorCal hippies. Look for her to model her "classes" after these previous incarnations of "spiritual enlightenment".
Anyway, kudos to her for escaping her "Our child is basically SATAN!" parents.
Brianna Ladapo would be a sympathetic story were she not just another grifter who has no idea how to do her colors. You're not an Autumn, Brianna. Ditch the hideous green dress.
So I'm down to one remaining busy work assignment and a final in regression analysis, and a final project in my business class (data analysis for continuous improvement, and as of yesterday, after taking my second regression midterm (which, fuck you, people, if you have more than one midterm, and they aren't in the middle of the term, they are just tests, not midterms. Or, since there are three tests in this calls, they're fucking triterms!), I am done. Not that I have finished everything, just that I feel done. No fucking more.. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Damn, how do I stay motivated for 27 more days? Coffee? Chocolate? That thing with the feather and the five gallon bucket of liquid latex?
Don't make me be on Kim Kardashian's side, Judd Foundation. Donald Judd's designs look like crap anyway. I'm sticking my tongue out at you!
I will never ever be on Team Kardashian. Ever read Jessica DeFino's substack The Unpublishable? Jessica's a former Kardashian employee and they were just as awful as employers as you could imagine.
Now if it was furniture by Roy McMakin...
Oh gosh, I adore Roy McMakin!
He is astounding, the only woodworker who ever tempted me into wanting to give up everything and go do an apprenticeship with him (despite my having zero experience in woodworking).
Years and years ago, a design magazine had a spread of a home with his furniture. I ripped that thing out and kept it for ages, it was so wonderful to look at.
Probably the same place I first heard of him, because I did the same thing!
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy. Brianna Ladapo is an order of magnitude loonier than her husband.
I think you are being generous.
I had to stop half way through. She's delusional and probably diagnosable. It certainly helps confirm that Mr Ladapo is genuine in his quackery and madness.
But neither of them should be allowed to hold any position of responsibility anywhere.
I barely got through the second paragraph
Dear Brianna-
I'm not going to say your voices are Aliens, but they are Aliens.
That is all.
PS the whisper of cleavage in your Glamour Shots Photo is the Chef's kiss!
I was today years old when I first heard of a "First Amendment Audit". As if we don't have enough incivility in public places.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Amendment_audit#:~:text=First%20Amendment%20audits%20are%20a,filming%20from%20a%20public%20space.