SleepyTime BooBoo Bears

I’m a Commie SJW Cultural Marxist DEIA Wokester Gender Cultist Such and Such Whatever Whatever.  Did I miss something?  Anyway, since at least 2015, I’ve been hot to see nazis spit teeth, you know, generally being a big old meany to innocent little baby fascists.  Like, what’s my problem?  It’s time to let them have a few decades of absolute unchecked power, just to be fair.

That’s what Amewica thought back in November.  And who am I to argue?  I’m as subject to the Unquestionable Authority of The Golden One as anybody here.

To wit, it’s become clear to me that the wokefulness of my ideological cohort is vewwy scawey to all the baby boo boo boy adorable little nazi clowns.  They need sleep so very badly.  And I say yes.  Have your beddy-bye time, baby bears.

There are only two genders who must behave in prescribed ways.  I forget what they’re called, but the one with dresses needs to drink an herbal tea.  And the one with hugh hefner smoking jackets needs to drink a nightcap.  And when your tumbly tummies are all warm from nummies, lay your weary heads down to sleep.

I won’t stop you anymore (pursuant to executive memorandum 777pointSunkMyFlompyDongus, subsection 69, paragraph EatMyEntireAsshole).  I’ll see you in the glorious morning of our new United States.

Nightynight!

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Eccentricities

I can talk a little shit about people in my life on here because they all have reasons for not reading any of it.  Reasons are reasons and I take no offense, plus the freedom to talk that shit has some use.

There’s a cognitive feat that even many single celled organisms are capable of: responding to a sensory stimulus in a binary way.  See light, move towards.  See dark, move away.  I live with a full-fledged human being that utterly fails at a task this simple, probably by making it more complicated?  I don’t understand how.

In her case, it’s backing up a car.  With a backup camera.  That camera affords her the possibility of forgetting everything she ever learned about driving, about left and right, and simply moving the wheel in the direction that makes the car go in the desired direction.  It’s comparable to a video game less sophisticated than Pong.

There are two circumstances that occasionally come up in our lives which require backing up, and she avoids them at all costs.  One is going to the dump to get rid of garbage in excess of what the man will pick up from our curbside.

She was so bothered by this, I offered an alternative.  You can illegally dump this garbage, say, in a dumpster behind a random business, but I am not going to ride shotgun if you do so.  My husband said, hey, you can do that at your sister’s condos.  Unlike ours, they have shared dumpsters.  I mentioned there was a slight possibility she could get busted for it.

She instantly hatched a zany scheme to make it look like our excess trash actually was her sister’s, thereby dodging that unlikely ticket.  This only emphasized the eccentricity for me:

She crafted a macchiavellian plot to avoid culpability for a very minor crime she was very unlikely to catch punishment for, all to avoid a cognitive task that could literally be performed by a protozoan.

That’s a lil funny.

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Remember This One?

I remembered this post about a pesty cat micturating upon a 15th century scribe’s book; it did the rounds a few years ago.  “Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night.  Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others too.  And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.”

What I didn’t remember was that this was a translation.  The original script was in Latin.  “Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam.  Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum.  Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi catti venire possunt.”

So if you wanna curse a pesty cat in Latin, just remember “confundatur pessimus cattus.”

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Once Again I Rule Freethoughtblogs

It was brought to my attention that I am the only one posting within the very recent, and that gives me a chance to rule FtB with an iron feest.  What luxury!  What decadence.  I post a compilation of an American character in a Japanese cartoon swearing and freaking out.  And you will suffer it, presently.

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cute animals, seal hijinks

remember when that seal slapped a kayaker with an octopus?  apparently owner of video was content to make it a gopro commercial, but still, fascinating.

reminiscent of when those seals in hawaii had a juvenile fad of getting an eel stuck up one nostril.  the behavior of some weird mer-dogs, being weird.  remarkable.

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Don’t Miss Posts

I’ve been doing something silly that might be getting less traffic on my higher effort posts. I queue a serious post for 6:30 AM Eastern time and a frivolous link post for 9:30 AM.

It’s to give heavy stuff a light chaser, but it could result in anybody checking in at 10 AM assuming I’m posting nothing but foolery. If that’s you, scroll back a bit, if you please.

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funny video, useful information

couldn’t help it; had to post another one by zane golia.  i love this stuff because it isn’t mean.  you can watch this if you’re a jerk about guy fieri, but it’s even better if you have some affection for him and his persona.  like the frakes videos.  btw, if either of those dudes is a milkshake duck, don’t tell me.

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