Super cute and fuzzy wuzzy until it’s jumping spider season, and they’re in the house, and jesus goddammit jumping spiders, I just cleaned up this shit, can you not web up the entire kitchen every fucking morning? Tiny ass Cirque du Soleil across the light fixtures, every damned day! Cute little shits.
Well, damn. I did not expect to see the most attractive thing ever, tonight. There’s a lot of talent, skill, and silliness to unpack in that photo.
If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.
Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.
“[Thing] is a game changer!”
Almost always used in the context of brand-speak/commercial marketing. What’s the game, guys? Corporate propaganda? Cause no, using an app to book a handyman that pays to be advertised on your service, or buying microplastic encapsulated detergent is not a goddamn “game changer” for anyone, besides the shareholders.
Out of curiosity, and if you don’t mind sharing, what hobbies have you picked up, or have been exploring?
It’s probably a term used elsewhere too, but in the US Navy, when it’s coming from both ends, especially stationed or deployed on ship, it’s the double dragon. Ship food is bad. Ship food is rejected prison food. Moldy. Horrible. Absolute garbage. Garbage would probably be safer.
Only Honk.
Or
“There are no genders. Only Honk.”
Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.
Alternatively: “Where we’re going, we won’t need genders to honk…”
Oh, holy hell, I just uncontrollably giggled at that for so long, my chest hurts. I sent it to my only group of friends, and it looks even better in smaller thumbnail form. Good gracious.
If nose candy is making you feel like that, you may be snorting literal Pixy Stix… ◕_◕
After growing up mostly in the Colorado mountains, and even later in the more suburban areas, but still near enough to the mountains, lynx and cougar calls are strange and loud as shit. They scared the jeebs out of child-me in the dark nothing. Cool as hell, though, once you know what they are. Loud ass kitties, echoing for miles.
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.
Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!
(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)
Also, just a fantastic show. Feels like time to do a re-watch, being reminded of it, and though I don’t have fancy speakers, I’ll have to pay extra attention to the audio.
I just keep it to my phone, and have an app timer set for 1 hour +5 minutes. It’s nice if I’m at home, I know it’ll cover my daily walking steps, as I pace donuts around the house, which also gets me off my ass and moving, so when I want to browse Lemmy, I try to do so whilst pacing. Regardless, when I get the notification saying the app will shut down in 5 minutes, I know how long I’ve been on, and kinda do a self-reflective check on how well the time was spent.
If I’m writing a comment that will take time and attention, though, I often just switch to a note, and copy/paste, cause I’ll work on something like that for much longer, before often deciding not to post anything, at all. (งツ)ว
Flirtinis, all around!
Hooray! I think! Cause that is correct.
When my focal seizures weren’t as well managed, one of the closest descriptions I could give is it often feels like experiencing various Windows error noises. Like, all varieties of them, from '93-XP, fit the bill. Occasionally, it’s dragging the multiplying, cascading window that won’t respond, across a teeny screen of barely available conciousness. Meds make me feel pretty dumb, and some errors still get through, but I don’t dunk, donk, dink, or bonk so much!