Wild Gesticulations

eat shit, Aaron Rogers.

It’s big boo time

this was no bit actor, this guy was the real deal. he'd done real work. and he was good! he could've coasted on his reputation for basically forever but, for apparently nothing more than love of the game, he signed on with Coco.

anyway, I'm watching Barney Miller and just... damn. he always slayed

like (I assume) other middle-millennials my first exposure to Abe Vigoda was on Conan. like many things in O'Brien's universe there was no context. Vigoda was just a kindly old man with a funny face doing ridiculous things.

it wasn't until I was in my 30's that I realized, holy shit!

the rock and roll hall of fame is for middle-aged white dudes, by middle-aged white dudes. (it's unironically in central Ohio! come on!)

it eschews impactful artists in favor of VH1 babies.

if you want to spend $35 to see Joey Ramone's pants under glass, that's on you.

I'd rather see a show.

I support Plur1bus’s mission of giving an X-Files writer what appears to be a billion dollars.

I think we need to stop calling it empathy and go back to calling it decency. It isn't a favour you're doing someone else, it's you proving that you aren't a fucking ghoul

god, that makes me want to read it even less. I'm just not sure I can handle that much goodness right now, in comparison to all of my things.

sure, but [SPOILERS HEREAFTER] she did it with the entire collective experiences of every commercial, military, and test pilot on the planet. add that into the fact that the C-130 was designed for short(er) takeoffs and landings you can suspend your disbelief a minute. prop numbers are irrelevant.

when I entered school I was already reading, thanks to Sesame Street. my first words were (and this is not a joke) "big bird".
I would never say *WE* dodged a bullet here. but *I* definitely did.

my ugly mug, featuring a perfect haircut.

I'm compelled to be romantically drawn to my hairdresser because she successfully executed a 2 to 1 fade, trimmed with perfect lines. perfect.
so, this is a GPOY. deal.
(and no, I have no idea why portrait mode made it look like I have freckles. I have general drunkie red face but it's not speckled)

"DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR BEING YOURSELF, YOU TWIT."
I know. but my therapist said I should "put myself out there more often."
being said: cashiers aren't a substitute for friends. the (SHOCKINGLY) cute woman who just cut my hair isn't romantically interested. my neighbor just wants me to mow my lawn.

I feel compelled to apologize for being such a poster/reposter/commentator/reply guy tonight. I have contributed nothing of value to the discourse. I've just run out of good internet and felt that poking it a few times might change it.
WE'LL SEE.
(no, we will not. engaging does not help. stop.)

when I was a pre-teen I was left alone in a hotel room and decided to peruse the PPV porn. the thumbnails and descriptions really did it. but when I heard my mom and little sister coming back into the room I panicked and hit "purchase" instead of exit. imagine the later dispute at the front desk.

they renamed the "best design" award to the "Grant Imahara" award and now I want to cry.

I've never done ANYTHING remotely as heroic as these people. nothing.
but once my roommate and I narrowly avoided a head-on collision @~35 Mph. the car behind us wasn't so lucky. when we gave our account to the cops they thanked us, "most people wouldn't have stuck around." which... what the fuck?

I haven't been involved in (which I've learned is what sports people say to mean "I haven't watched") the last season of Battlebots, but the trend of low fingers paired with vertical disc spinners is just boring as shit. it's a race to the low ground with the best disc speed/weight ratio. no design.

I mean, what has *voting* ever gotten anyone?

Larry Flynt wearing a shirt that says FUCK THIS COURT

@artofcoop.bsky.social

annoyingly screenshotting this, but only because reposts and comments have been disabled.
this is a magnificent pic. unfortunately all the fun parts are completely fake. bummer.
there are so, so many real obtuse scenes from that night that you don't even have to go digging for, much less make up.

grocery crimes are down. people don't even know how many grapes aren't being sampled. if LEFTISTS come after our floor grapes we'll show them quick justice. quicker than Uncle Ben. quick like rice. even the brown rice. now we're gonna put a tariff on the rice. to keep our produce out of crime mouth.

I saw GD with Blink 182. Blink phoned it in. acoustic version of that "I fucked your mom" song, leading into Barker playing drums upside down with fireworks. fine.
GD absolutely dominated. took three random musicians up from the crowd, showed them how to play the song and stepped back. best weirdos.

according to the very reliable memes I've seen the best environmentally/geographically similar place is the Tuscany region of Italy, which seems just incredibly beautiful, and they will literally pay you to live there.
unfortunately you have to speak Sopranos, which, eeeyyyyyyy...

HOLY FUCK THERE'S A BATTLEBOTS ROKU CHANNEL

dude! it gets even better. C-130's regularly use "rocket assisted takeoff" (RATO) where they strap a whole bunch of rockets to its ass so it can basically just jump right into the air. I cannot imagine how much fun that is.

yeah but then she took that good work and rode it for the next 38 years, didn't she?
(also, "convinced the Reagan administration" LOL. because fuck all the work them lil' LGBTQ activists had been doing for over a decade, right? thank god she stepped in and fixed everything!)

*led. god I'm stupid. SHAME. SHAME.

The words "FIX YOUR HEARTS OR DIE" placed over David Lynch's face (a still from TWIN PEAKS THE RETURN).

I feel like we have the opportunity to turn David Lynch's quote into this moment's "Keep Calm and Carry On" and it's a far better rallying cry too.

a very handsome orange boy who tries his best.

someone asked for pet nicknames which let me down a google photos rabbit hole where I found this photo of nemo looking ridiculously handsome. it's a good thing he is, because he is as dumb as a sack of hammers. but in a charming way.