food countersnobbery
Yelpers? If your three-paragraph whinge about how the food at a small family restaurant was "not fresh," and you don't even mention what day of the week you ate there, you are like little baby. There's a big fucking difference between, say, the food you can expect on a Sunday and the food you can expect on a Tuesday, because of when most restaurants get deliveries. If you don't take that into account before you go online to bitch, you're no foodie. It's YOUR OWN DUMB FAULT.
random media observation
Of all the shows I'd consider part of the "New Sincerity" (Adventure Time, Steven Universe, Bravest Warriors, Gravity Falls, etc.), Wander Over Yonder is the only one I can think of offhand that isn't founded upon a bunch of coming-of-age metaphors.
I wonder if that's one of the reasons it never quite took off? That and the fact it didn't really have a lot of room for fan-insertion, since Wander, Sylvia, Peepers, Hater, and Dominator were the only fixed points...
"Psst. Hey. You. To your right." https://goo.gl/maps/rP3Vd3jPqsT2
snark; uspol; Martian hunting ground i.e. Reddit
(I'm just kidding, of course. He was a vehement Trump supporter and opponent of universal healthcare, which clearly qualifies him as an invasive species in the State of Washington. Think I'm gonna save this one for some birthday ikizukuri...)
snark; uspol; Martian hunting ground i.e. Reddit
That awful feeling when you realize you've been debating an 18-year-old economics major, and you'd better throw them back in the stream pronto before Fish and Wildlife catches you poaching small fry.
So help me, Mister Ranger, he told me he was an expert in his field...
Huh. I'd been wanting to share this BBC sci-fi satire with y'all for years, and apparently it was all put up on archive.org in March!
Some of the humor is dated and not exactly sensitive, but it still holds up as a pitch-perfect Dr. Who parody. Give it a listen, as UNLIKE YOU LOT I NO LONGER HAVE THE LUXURY OF EAR DRUMS!
mood (++)
...it's sunny as hell today, I haven't had a coughing attack since I switched to the vaporizer, my boss still loves my work anyhow, friends are in town, Peg gave me Epic Max Level Dragon Cuddles last night, I have an obscure British sci-fi DVD I didn't think I'd ever find, I got birthday greetings from people I was SURE I'd pissed off, and @mmsword may have located Calvin Trillin's legendary Great Dried Beef In The Sky.
Life is still pretty rewarding. I choose to renew my subscription.
mood (- veering towards ++)
You know, it's been a hell of a rough week. I fell into several demoralizing knock-down drag-outs with Trumpies, fights I wasn't even seeking out. My chronic bronchitis (which I RICHLY deserve as a 20-year stoner) had a scary flare-up. And I'm falling behind on work during borderline crunch time.
And yet...
Word of the day, and of the last six hours: uhtcearu
mood (~)
I think if I could be anything at all today, it would be one of the next-tier sapients of Earth -- a raccoon, a crow, maybe a coyote if everything else was already booked. ( ;p <3 ) And I'd start my day off by finding something of great importance to humans, like car keys or a $100 bill or pants, and just drag it so far into the forest it will never be found, and just curl up on top of it for a while and feel very proud for my tiny contributions to the only remaining great cause.
mood (---)
A dear friend once asked me what frightened me most. I didn't really have an answer at the time, but I came up with one soon afterwards that's been tormenting me ever since:
"The gap between how people act around me and how they actually feel." I've felt like that's been nothing but a big dangerous guessing game since I was around five years old. And tbh, this year I've felt like I've finally lost that game good and hard and today I'm about ready to just give up and admit it.
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/