I’ve dabbled enough in paganism to confirm that worshiping nature and the sun is a hell of a lot more meaningful than making up shit about God and wearing special hats. Sure, we know what nature and the sun is, but it doesn’t make it any less spectacular, or any less of a genuine creator before our very eyes.

Hey, I had an old internet girlfriend from Beaverton… She turned out to be a bit of whore, but I didn’t know it at the time because I didn’t live in Beaverton. Probably every day knowledge around Beaverton.

Holy fuck. That’s kind of awful. Poor slug.

Would be funny if the ICE agents started having some serious mishaps.

Was Ernest okay?

I can’t see the meme for some reason, but on the subject of ICE raids. I no longer live in the States, but have a friend back home who was sort of illegal until maybe ten or so years back. I don’t recall all the details, but his parents were illegal, and while he was born here, he wasn’t yet registered or something fucky like that. He did attend public schools, so I don’t know what the implication is there. His legality is supposed to be all sorted out now.

Anyway. Biggest sweetheart on the planet. Very shy, but all smiles. Now he has a wife (also Mexican) and three kids, and appears to be living a happy life, but I’m nervously waiting for the day they just stop posting. Sometimes I want to reach out privately and ask him if they’re safe and have a good community, but I worry Facebook will just funnel that conversation to ICE and throw him and his children into Guantanemo Bay.

What a fucked up reality we’re seeing here.

I abused it a few times as a teenager, and it was really shitty every time. Someone told me that you can see the air by abusing Welbutrin as well, so naturally I tried that too. You can absolutely see the air, but it also makes you feel like you have a brain tumor.

My kid is the only one in the cul-de-sac with Minecraft. We have quite the popular couch this month.

Scrungus is my favorite, but he is absolutely not a friend. He is a menace.

The propaganda train remains strong up here regardless. Half of the west is losing their mind every day pretending that Carney is some kind of secret nightmare that is going to soon be revealed, thus we’ve all shit the bed and will rue the day.

I saw a video once of a giant centipede devouring a live mouse, and it still fucks with me every time I think of it. I still remember that mouse’s eyes.

Centipedes are the absolute worst of the worst in terms of disturbing insects. I can’t even look at one without my brain vividly simulating the way all of those crispy little legs would feel clinging along the length of my arm.

I never really thought about just how personal Notepad is for me. Even the Notes app on my phone. I wouldn’t want anyone to look through any of it. I write some embarrassing shit. Pointless backstories for my video game protagonists when they don’t already have one. Drafts for important upcoming conversations. You name it. Get the fuck out of my space. Fortunately I’m still using Notepad++, but I’m sure Microsoft will slide its dick into that too, eventually.

Same. The Libs are projected to win, but I’m really worried about low voter turnout as it was with America’s last election. I never want to see that fucking cunt become PM as he so badly craves.

Like this fuckin’ douchebag.

I have the exact opposite experience with vaping, but I realize anecdotal evidence is not admissible. I had been smoking roll-your-owns to save money and my use skyrocketed. Switched to a low % nicotine vape and just hit that for the next few years. When my daughter was born and I realized I wouldn’t be able to vape in the house anymore, I may as well have gone back to smoking, so I just stopped. Since I had been smoking that low % stuff, I wound up having no withdrawals at all and pretty much walked away unscathed. It can be a great tool for quitting if used responsibly.

Birds don’t know shit about microphones.

I used to contemplate jumping in the air, then quickly using my foot to spring upward off of my other leg/foot, and repeating that until I’ve reached a desired elevation.

Yeah, when it comes to Johnny Somali, this is probably the only time I’ll agree with a fucking Nazi. Not on the using of slurs, but on the celebrating of the fucking up of Johnny Somali. Hiroshiima. Nagasaki. They’ll fuck him up once, they’ll do it again.

Milo / Mimo has a deep and peaceful soul that has been with my family for nearly eight years now. He is always the most serene presence in the house, and he always shows deep affection toward me, my wife, and my little girl. One of his preferred methods is to rest his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, purring for extended periods of time.