Oh, god, the beans. The jeans. The orbs. The jorbs!
Oh, god, the beans. The jeans. The orbs. The jorbs!
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.
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.
Excuse me, those were just short for their full names:
Richard Warlock and Vulva Wizard
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.
Our 2012 Subaru with a Megaman decal and a Cthulu-fish just saved my spouse from being horribly killed by a driver who blared through a red, t-boned the shit out of the driver’s side and flipped him, absolutely crushing the car, but not him. We’re 100% getting another, (an older Outback if possible) and I will wallpaper that mofo in COEXIST if it keeps either of us as…not dead.
Below: just about all we could salvage from the impound after it was decoupled from the other driver’s car, flipped upright, towed and totaled. We have their front Honda emblem, though, cause it was stuck in our car!
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!
Oh, heck yeah, glad for more! - I’ve enjoyed this one, so far. The first episode of good ol’ weird spooky and gore hooked us. It’ll be interesting to see where they go with all the ridiculous nonsense laid out. Enjoying the casting, too, and a neat setting. Maybe a little derivative, but not to its detriment, yet - nice to watch, and not take too seriously.
I have a lot of weird food habits thanks to years of eating disorders and just generally being a fucking weirdo, but lately I enjoy mixing a couple tablespoons of raw coconut flour with just enough sugar-free Torani s’mores flavored syrup to give it a cookie dough texture, and a bit of salt. It’s like a bowl of sugar cookie dough my delusional need to stay too-thin doesn’t feel terrible about, and since the artificial sugar and citric acid isn’t a great reaction with my meds, I only have it from time to time. 100% do(n’t) recommend!
Yes. I suggest Asimov’s recommended reading order, from I, Robot through Foundation and Earth, including the Empire trilogy. Keep in mind some were written decades apart, regardless of series chronology, so the tone may shift due to the era written and Asimov’s growth as a writer, which can be jarring for a couple pages (primarily getting to the Empire novels, but still great little stories, and I enjoyed the continued lore).
As an avid reader, particularly sci-fi, it’s my very favorite series, from start to finish, and I’d recommend it to anyone - personally, Foundation itself might be my least liked of the group, though that may be for it being a collection of stories put together from the magazines, I found it mildly disjointed, (and I have a tendency to confuse certain character names in that one, haha), but I appreciated it more when my spouse listened to them all on audiobook (PS. Scott Brick is a wonderful Asimov narrator).
Regardless of which, and how you may read them, I hope you enjoy them!
There’s always velcro? Though you may not want to attach it directly to the wall because of paint, you could probably use it to attach something for hanging, to the back. I recently mounted a nearly 10lb, 48"x24" white board directly to a metal door with a single package of adhesive mounting velcro. It wasn’t even intentional, I had a whole over-the-door hook plan worked out for its mounting holes, using the velcro to keep it level and from any movement, and it turned out to be plenty, shockingly strong enough.
It’s actually got me super excited for more hanging of weird things, cause I’ve gotten pretty good with Command Hooks, etc, and often find them wanting… Literally tonight, though I can’t prove the timeliness, had one fall off the wall, that wasn’t holding anything heavier than its load, just an old walking stick. Eventually, they die, and it seems the newer adhesive quality has become subject to enshitification, but I may also be a cynical shite. (งツ)ว
Deep crossover. So silly. I love it.
Mashup memes you can hear 👍
I have epilepsy, and a few rare genetic disorders - there wasn’t much of a healthy community for them on Reddit, especially my weirder shit, but I would love to see at least Epilepsy/Neurodegenerative/connective tissue disorder communities have a bigger presence. A few exist, but don’t have posts, etc. My spouse has encouraged me to be the one to post, but I’m afraid of screaming into the void, just yet.
Yeap! I didn’t even think to specify dat Fishburne. 🤌
I’ve mentioned it before, and I’ll do so again! The Signal was a nice surprise, that sorta came and went in theaters, and we’ve watched it a handful of times since, as a spooky sci-fi comfort film. It’s been a long while since the last time, though, so it may not have quite the same impact now, but that kinda makes me want to watch it more.
And not that it’s at all smaller, but Shin Godzilla for another to watch over and over. So beautifully done.
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.