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Latest song—Moue—is out on all streaming platforms.
No AI. 100% of the blame for this is on my shoulders.
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Wife wanted me to get a hoodie for a trip we're taking. Remember, I live in Florida. I do not own long sleeves outside of a few dress shirts.
She says she found some on Amazon.
I was like "PLEASE tell me they are Amazon Basics hoodies and literally have `Amazon Basics` screen printed somewhere!"
Sadly, they did have Amazon Basics hoodies but they were not screen printed as such.
Because I'd have GLADLY worn that $#!+ in public.
The number of people I have to interact with daily who seem completely incapable of doing ANYTHING without an AI it getting scary.
It's like these people walk around going "Claude!! Why ass so muddy?"
Rate my hangnail!
Pain wise, I give it 7 out of 10. Random scrapes have me speaking a loud, alien language. Sleep was... difficult.
So much ouch for such a tiny thing :/
Every person who ignores this sign thinks what they are hawking is more important than your wishes to be left alone.
The hubris of these people cannot be defeated with your sign. They know better than you about what you do & do not actually want to be bothered with.
The Evans of the world will stew in their own smugness as they knock on your door because they are incapable of self reflection. You will listen to their diatribe against your will because they know better than you do.
And when soliciting is no longer an option, they will continue to force their will upon you with every other means possible because they are tyrants at heart.
For your own good, of course.
An Airbnb except instead of renting a place to sleep, you pay for the privilege to wash my dishes & do the laundry.
Wife had me plant a Seminole pumpkin plant a few months ago.
It has completely taken over part of the yard & our fence.
She went to inspect the first pumpkin & accidentally broke the stem, so inadvertently, here's our first.
They're supposedly similar in flavor and texture to butternut squash. We shall see.
Saw a thread the other day where once again, people try to redefine words so they can pretend they were always right.
"Banned" books no longer means actual inability to purchase them or facing criminal charges if you're caught with them, but "removed from a school library" or "difficult to obtain".
And by difficult, they generally mean you have to walk to the front of the bookstore where they have the BANNED BOOKS! display.
Because when you challenge them with "you can buy the book on Amazon, it's not banned," they respond by changing the definition of banned.
It's a Motte & Bailey, but they keep redefining which one is which.
I get to install lights today for the renovation.
Thankfully I can do all the junction boxes inside in the air conditioning rather than up in a Florida attic
As a United States Marine, this is practically blasphemy. What that statue represents is holy to us.
Why do we let people live amongst us who hate everything we stand for like this?
I saw Gelatinous Cylinder of Tart Blasphemy open for Marylin Manson back in 05.
That said, Chicken-milk is disgusting but cranberry jelly from the can is amazing as is Aunt Thelma's Handmade Cranberry-Orange-Lime jelly. It's all good.
This reprehensible slab of cran-jelly is grotesque in every form.
Cranberry sauce should be made from a few handfuls of actual cranberries. Yes, I'm a purist. Yes, this is disgusting. I don't want to hear any of you grotesque troglodytes bad-mouthing Chicken Milk if you consume this gelatinous cylinder of tart blasphemy.

























