https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_(Simpsons_artist)

It really kicks the llama’s gnu’s ass

The actual ad, if one is feeling like a fuddy duddy.

Like a candle in the wind…

The first Fantastic Beasts movie is set in New York, and it makes several appearances in the supporting lore books. Apparently, Americans don’t really like Quidditch, preferring some sort of magical-explosions basketball-ish game. Jeez I wish Joanne weren’t such an awful piece of shit human.

Okay, so I’ll point out that Murray Rothbard and David Gordon are prominent in the “Everything should be completely equal and fair as long as we first enshrine my generations of privilege” Austrian-school economists, beloved of white guys everywhere who never got over their Ayn Rand phase.

Makes it much funnier, actually.

With apologies to the baseball fans in the room…

The definition of woke:

You can’t just be up there and just doin’ a woke like that.

1a. Woke is when you

1b. Okay well listen. Woke is when the woke mob

1c. Let me start over

1c-a. The blue haired liberal is not allowed to say to the, uh, patriot, that prohibits the patriot from doing, you know, just trying to oppress the fringe groups. You can’t do that.

1c-b. Once the blue haired liberal is in the kindergarten classroom, she can’t be over here and say to the patriot, like, “I’m gonna get ya! I’m gonna teach your kids about pronouns! You better watch your butt!” and then just be like he didn’t even do that.

1c-b(1). Like, if you’re about to teach about racist history and then don’t teach it, you have to still teach. You cannot not teach. Does that make any sense?

1c-b(2). You gotta be, pooping in the right bathroom, and then, until you just wash your hands.

1c-b(2)-a. Okay, well, you can have the drag queen, like this, but then there’s the children you gotta think about.

1c-b(3). Okay seriously though. Woke is when the teacher, err drag queen, says or does a thing that, as determined by, when you do a move involving the history and CRT

Do not do a woke please

My buddy’s older brother did the thing where you remove the little filter cylinders from the coax in, I think(?), the curbside junction box. I saw the cylinders and the result, but not the deed.

https://futurism.com/artificial-intelligence/ai-effects-workers-psychological

The article is… fine… I guess.

And both are fucking delicious (and honestly pretty similar, mostly with the tomato being less “in your face” with the murgh makhani).

…boiled peanuts are best purchased from the elderly or a fat kid at a minivan in a parking lot.

and if any word is spelled correctly on the sign, that’s a sign that they won’t be quite as good.

I always liked them better when they were Corvettes.

For it’s not so much that it’s going to be an unnecessary call than that the person just doesn’t want to collect their thoughts or (worse) doesn’t want to say what they want in writing. It’s usually going to be some ask that’s completely apart from anything I’ve been thinking about in the past 5-10 days, might be sketchy, and they apparently seem to think it’s urgent and/or nuanced, yet they’re just going to completely hold out on providing context and time that would let me be prepared for whatever pile of shit they’re about to dump on me.

If you can’t communicate it to me in a slack message or two, there’s a very real possibility that either you don’t know what you want, or that I can’t help you with it on a cold call.

I can literally feel myself deflating when I get these, like it’s a huge involuntary sigh accompanied by the classic heart-sinking…

…followed by a deep breath and a “Sure! 👍”

It drives me nuts that I can’t quite tell if that piece of tongue-in-groove (LOL) flooring is white oak, possibly varnished, or some sort of tight-grained pine.

Also, apparently Professor Hoadley was a really nice guy and very well respected.

“Hotel,” nothin’. That’s clearly the Selina Meyer Presidential Library.