

Boy George is a transphobe? WTF? I always thought he WAS trans.


Boy George is a transphobe? WTF? I always thought he WAS trans.


Ever been to Arizona? Great way to reduce your core temperature after a walk outside.


It’s a win/win. Either way, I don’t have to deal with it anymore.
OpenSuse Tumbleweed for my gaming PC. Fedora KDE for everything else (laptops, mom’s desktop).
There were 3 black kids in my neighborhood growing up, all from the same family. Their parents were white. I didn’t know what “adopted” meant, so I thought that under certain conditions, white parents could have black kids.
My high school was about 2000 students, and only one of them was black.
I didn’t see my first truly black person, skin so dark that it glowed blue under florescent lights, until my folks took us to tour the Smithsonian in DC. I was 10ish? I saw her on the Metro and couldn’t stop staring (sorry). Opened my eyes to just how wonderfully diverse people could be.
My Olds 98 had bench seats and separate lap and shoulder belts. The steel bumpers extended 3 feet under the car. It was 2 1/2 tons of steel. The steering wheel would not collapse under an impact. The car could survive Armageddon. It could plow through lesser cars (because the brakes were bad). But I would end up impaled on the steering column.
Fit 8 comfortably tho. 7 miles to the gallon…


Don’t use Windows? No good reason to use Microsoft as a consumer OS anymore. Alternatives exist. Corps only respond to money. Don’t use or buy Microsoft or LG products. As long as you use MS the shitshow will continue. Complaining does nothing.
Enterprise or commercial products might still require MS.
Linux, Mac, BSD, Haiku, ReactOS are just a few operating systems that will work.
Free and “it just works” flavors or Linux are Fedora KDE and Mint. Haiku and ReactOS are still works in progress.


It is. Fast food costs more than a large pizza now.
38.8C here today. Its cooled down quite a bit. Usually around 43C. (101F, and 110F)


Laura Scudders natural peanut butter. It’s not an unholy emulsion of high fructose corn syrup and “natural” flavors. JIF, Skippy, and Peter Pan are the Wonder Bread and Velveeta of peanut butter.


Chocolate, sure. But JIF? That’s just … Ugh.
I read a whole lot of Oz books back when I was growing up (there’s tons of them), and the Tin Man is an example of this. Nobody dies in Oz (don’t ask me about the movie), which can lead to some pretty horrible situations. The Tin Man was a regular guy and a lumberjack. One day he gets cursed by someone and he lops off his foot. He can’t find it and he gets a tin prosthetic. He then lops off the other foot. And then his legs, his arms, and his torso. He gets tin prosthetics for all of them. Then he lops off his head and gets a tin replacement for that, too.
The reason he never found his body parts is because someone else was collecting them. I think it was a witch? And she would assemble the parts with Meat Glue, which repaired them. And eventually she got his head, which she placed onto his intact body and he lived again, whole and hearty. And then there were 2 people who shared the same memories, the same identity, where there was once one. Oz books were full of body horror.
One of the (arguably) greatest poets of the 20th century, Ezra Pound, was an unrepentant fascist. His family tried to have him declared insane in order to preserve his reputation.
The claws look like a hipster mustache.


Well, the Brits sure paid attention to their referendum.


Not quite. Zombies are the result of a bocor’s curse or ritual (voodoo black magic). They are real, to a point. They were drugged and had some psychosomatic responses to the curse. I think they’re originally from Haiti, I think, but trace their roots back to the Yourba religions.
They later got picked up by fiction and then turned into mainly biological causes instead of curses.


In “Cast A Deadly Spell” they’re animated by voodoo and are servants. “You can get’em in 6-packs, like bonbons!”


Horny Earth theory.


Kissinger strikes again! This time from Hell! In theaters tomorrow. And next week. And probably next year.
It’s my desire!