Yes! Wednesday. Anti-Valentine’s Day for those of us tired of being surrounded by pink hearts, cupids and the word sweetheart! No one needs to be alone if they don't wanna be, watch a movie with a bunch of Wonkers. 6pm PT / 9pm ET
I think that's delightful. (And I'm in for a hell of a day that day in any event.)
I'll just be winding up my last meeting an hour before start time, and I really appreciate Ms Margot's portrayal (though I continue to wish they'd give her a script written by a women writing pair so we can see what Harley can *really* do)
Saw that one in the theater, and bought it during the pandemic. Very awesome, my one beef was that it could have been more interesting if one of the women stayed on the villain's side.
I found my kitten in the wheel well of a Mazda on the way to work one day. I just followed the frantic little meows, and there he was, crouching on the struts. The SF animal control folks had put a sign on the car “Do Not Move this car. There is a cat somewhere under it, but we could not find it. We will return later today.” They never returned later today, nor did they come to my office when I called to say I had the kitten. They new I would keep him, the bastards.
He stayed on my lap all day long; coworkers brought milk and tuna for him. Seven years later, they are still talking about it; it came up in the last two staff meetings. I named him Ahura Mazda, after the Zoroastrian god of creation. It means “great wisdom.” He is very dense, and also heavy for his size.
I took him home on the train; the conductor said I could not let him sit on the seat or my lap, and really should not even have him in a box. The Burlingame SPCA would not take him because I brought him from SF; they said I could take him back to SF, but they had their own feral cat problems. Springtime, don’t you know, they were drowning in kittens. There was a waiting list to be the volunteers on the cat floor of the shelter that time of year. But really, they knew I would keep him, the bastards.
My older cat, You Little Biter, was unimpressed, but surprisingly non-violent in her response. Never stopped being disgusted, as far as I could tell, but always tolerant. Even defended him from other cats, while radiating “Oh my god, you are so pathetic. You are twice my size and you can’t fight back?”
When I first got him, he was under a pound. He climbed on to the side of my head at night and slept there, curled up over my ear. I did not sleep well. He would climb up my side and ride on my shoulder, but as he got bigger this was too painful for me and uncertain for him. He still tries to climb me, though. Now he is twenty pounds. He still likes to lie on my head if he can. He can’t.
Lately he pats me on the mouth if I’m asleep and he’s awake. He has always gotten irate when I pet him with one hand, and the other hand is idle—leaps up and grabs that hand with his claws to put it to work. And if I make him really mad, he pees in my shoe. I waited too long to get him neutered. Which was good for his coat. His color when I found him was an ivory with hints of peach. He darkened a lot; now he’s a caramel latte, and in the sunlight he has a dusting of gold. His left side looks like a cinnamon bun, his right is the Eye of Sauron. All in all, an excellent exemplar of a bad cat.
As I was out throwing knives and hatchets against innocent pieces of wood for most of the evening, I missed movie night. I also missed most of my targets. I’d make a shit barbarian or axe-tossing lunatic.
I also release early, and am 6’3”, so a lot of my hatchets hit the wall seven to seven and a half feet off the ground, a full two feet above the top of the target. The hatchet place is trying to train us to target shorties. But at least I mostly stuck my throws.
It’s quite cathartic. Especially if you use too much force and end up splitting a 2x10 down the middle. I was probably helped by all of the other cuts the board took before me, but I can pretend it’s because I am a mighty tosser. Wait, let me rephrase that . . .
I read that during the filming of "What About Bob" Bill Murry got so furious with Richard Dreyfus that he launched one of those big-ass glass ashtrays at his fellow actor.
Sounds like the trajectories of both of their careers could have taken a very different turn, based on the trajectory of the ashtray, because a hit in the head with one of those things could be deadly.
>>The six-part documentary Alexander: The Making Of A God has an average Google review score of just 2.5 stars, with a number of viewers complaining at its focus on the historic ruler's sexuality.<<
Apparently Alexander the Great was known to the ancient LGBT community as "Alexander the Great".
How about not remaking the franchise at all? Or going back to the original novel and condemning right-wing jingoism, instead of celebrating it like the movie’s sequels? Or making Rambo a Black veteran fleeing persecution by racist cops?
"At first we called ourselves 'The Originals', but then we heard there was a band down in the East End called 'The Originals', so we called ourselves 'The New Originals' .... "
From "This is Spinal Tap", more or less, in the scene in which the band is recounting its history to the starstruck 'rockumentary' director, played by Rob Reiner ...
Thanks everyone for a purrfect movie night! Next Wednesday is a
𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐅𝐞𝐛. 𝟏𝟒: 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧)
https://open.substack.com/pub/ziggywiggy/p/wonkette-movie-night-special-event?r=2knfuc&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
There's a special event?
Yes! Wednesday. Anti-Valentine’s Day for those of us tired of being surrounded by pink hearts, cupids and the word sweetheart! No one needs to be alone if they don't wanna be, watch a movie with a bunch of Wonkers. 6pm PT / 9pm ET
I think that's delightful. (And I'm in for a hell of a day that day in any event.)
I'll just be winding up my last meeting an hour before start time, and I really appreciate Ms Margot's portrayal (though I continue to wish they'd give her a script written by a women writing pair so we can see what Harley can *really* do)
Saw that one in the theater, and bought it during the pandemic. Very awesome, my one beef was that it could have been more interesting if one of the women stayed on the villain's side.
Thank you! You come up with selections I might never see, and other things I love and am happy to see again.
Please stop getting killed all the time, as I am concerned it will interfere with my Saturday entertainment plans.
LOL! I will.
Nice! Now I'm in the mood to play Gotham Knights.
Another good cause.
https://spsmw.org/donate/donate-for-justice/
Last night Rumpus invited Vlad to go after those delinquent Europeans. Scroll down for the video.
https://open.substack.com/pub/jefftiedrich/p/media-what-the-fuck-are-you-doing?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1nx43t
Volodya, the diminutive is Volodya.
A good cause.
https://open.substack.com/pub/statuskuo/p/delivering-the-equality-vote?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1nx43t
I found my kitten in the wheel well of a Mazda on the way to work one day. I just followed the frantic little meows, and there he was, crouching on the struts. The SF animal control folks had put a sign on the car “Do Not Move this car. There is a cat somewhere under it, but we could not find it. We will return later today.” They never returned later today, nor did they come to my office when I called to say I had the kitten. They new I would keep him, the bastards.
He stayed on my lap all day long; coworkers brought milk and tuna for him. Seven years later, they are still talking about it; it came up in the last two staff meetings. I named him Ahura Mazda, after the Zoroastrian god of creation. It means “great wisdom.” He is very dense, and also heavy for his size.
I took him home on the train; the conductor said I could not let him sit on the seat or my lap, and really should not even have him in a box. The Burlingame SPCA would not take him because I brought him from SF; they said I could take him back to SF, but they had their own feral cat problems. Springtime, don’t you know, they were drowning in kittens. There was a waiting list to be the volunteers on the cat floor of the shelter that time of year. But really, they knew I would keep him, the bastards.
My older cat, You Little Biter, was unimpressed, but surprisingly non-violent in her response. Never stopped being disgusted, as far as I could tell, but always tolerant. Even defended him from other cats, while radiating “Oh my god, you are so pathetic. You are twice my size and you can’t fight back?”
When I first got him, he was under a pound. He climbed on to the side of my head at night and slept there, curled up over my ear. I did not sleep well. He would climb up my side and ride on my shoulder, but as he got bigger this was too painful for me and uncertain for him. He still tries to climb me, though. Now he is twenty pounds. He still likes to lie on my head if he can. He can’t.
Lately he pats me on the mouth if I’m asleep and he’s awake. He has always gotten irate when I pet him with one hand, and the other hand is idle—leaps up and grabs that hand with his claws to put it to work. And if I make him really mad, he pees in my shoe. I waited too long to get him neutered. Which was good for his coat. His color when I found him was an ivory with hints of peach. He darkened a lot; now he’s a caramel latte, and in the sunlight he has a dusting of gold. His left side looks like a cinnamon bun, his right is the Eye of Sauron. All in all, an excellent exemplar of a bad cat.
To answer the question, I saved him. Definitely.
Z
This is so nice! What a kind thing you did!
That's a wonderful story!
You are that most special kind of human.
Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart. <3
In honor of the Superb Owl, Digby offers her favorite sports films:
https://digbysblog.net/2024/02/10/home-games-top-10-sports-movies-2/
My list would have Moneyball near the top.
Alex Jones Warns: “Russia & the American People Have A Common Enemy”
"The globalists that are at war with me and my family are also at war with Russia and other independent nations around the world!"
Take your detestable blood libel attacks and shove them up your fat fucking ass.
I so wish Alex Jones would join Rush Limbaugh.
FUCK OFF ASSHOLE
The Timelords - Doctorin' The Tardis (Official Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsAVx0u9Cw4
¡¡¡𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙈𝙀𝘿!!!
Oh no!
So, Republicans are totally cool with a potential President who calls on Russia to attack our allies?
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-68266447
President Pantsuit way underestimated how many of them are deplorable. The only correct answer is AoT,K!
We have a new post!
I am going in favor of nude posts.
As I was out throwing knives and hatchets against innocent pieces of wood for most of the evening, I missed movie night. I also missed most of my targets. I’d make a shit barbarian or axe-tossing lunatic.
I don't think accuracy is a make-or-break item on the list of qualifications for the axe-tossing lunatic position...
I also release early, and am 6’3”, so a lot of my hatchets hit the wall seven to seven and a half feet off the ground, a full two feet above the top of the target. The hatchet place is trying to train us to target shorties. But at least I mostly stuck my throws.
Have you considered raising the target two feet?
This was at a business, where the targets are painted/traced onto the wood. I would have to bring my own markers and paint and protractor.
Hmmm, I think history shows that hatchet vs cavalry is best reserved for when there's no other choice...
So I think I'd practice for shorter targets, but, as I have never chucked a hatchet at anything...
It’s quite cathartic. Especially if you use too much force and end up splitting a 2x10 down the middle. I was probably helped by all of the other cuts the board took before me, but I can pretend it’s because I am a mighty tosser. Wait, let me rephrase that . . .
Diane DiMassa approves this statement.
A rage therapist in my acquaintance uses those cheap "crystal" ash trays and a sheet of iron in her sessions...
No matter how many waivers I am willing to sign, she makes me wear the protective gear. And my throwing arm still winds up sore
I read that during the filming of "What About Bob" Bill Murry got so furious with Richard Dreyfus that he launched one of those big-ass glass ashtrays at his fellow actor.
Sounds like the trajectories of both of their careers could have taken a very different turn, based on the trajectory of the ashtray, because a hit in the head with one of those things could be deadly.
from the britcom My Hero:
"So did you make it to you anger management class last night?"
"Nah. The therapist is still in intensive care."
It's actually tricky to work out if the maples and the oaks are happy or unhappy about this.
Fortunately my victims were all fir, and they had it coming.
I think Duck's Breath Mystery Theater had a parody called "Gonad the Barbarian".
Netflix show is being review bombed for being too WOKE as fans slam new drama [https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-13051959/Netflix-review-bombed-WOKE-fans-slam-new-drama.html]
>>The six-part documentary Alexander: The Making Of A God has an average Google review score of just 2.5 stars, with a number of viewers complaining at its focus on the historic ruler's sexuality.<<
Apparently Alexander the Great was known to the ancient LGBT community as "Alexander the Great".
This is a facet of Alexander that has ben discussed for decades.
The MAGAts are furious that Netflix is "injecting woke-ness" into this documentary:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QaqcxR_3fI
Self-righteous Philistines...
I feel for his cousin Harold the Adequate.
Dad's up!
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/sylvester-stallone-next-rambo-ryan-gosling_n_65c87890e4b093b2e783ef5a
How about not remaking the franchise at all? Or going back to the original novel and condemning right-wing jingoism, instead of celebrating it like the movie’s sequels? Or making Rambo a Black veteran fleeing persecution by racist cops?
Or maybe create something new and original....
And security drags you away.
"Un-possible!!!!!" -- Hollywood executives.
"At first we called ourselves 'The Originals', but then we heard there was a band down in the East End called 'The Originals', so we called ourselves 'The New Originals' .... "
From "This is Spinal Tap", more or less, in the scene in which the band is recounting its history to the starstruck 'rockumentary' director, played by Rob Reiner ...
You must be taking crazy pills!
I know!!!!! What the fuck could I be thinking????? 🤣
Deep thoughts with Bear and a photo bomb from Harry.
https://substack.com/@ziggywiggy/note/c-49317947?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2knfuc