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In Hell I’ll be Good Company

The cosmic space smilies being thrown around for early reviews of Project Hail Mary is making me zero g sick.

(It’s actually making me worried. The hyperbole is set to warp 9)

One time, in a similar situation, I yelled “Your baby isn’t a battering ram!” To which I got the stink eye.

The ANTM doc on Netflix is garbage. Sexual assault, eating disorders, manic behaviours (of the producers) all glossed over with no naming names or resolution. If you want the drama, hunt out YouTube videos.

Yes. It churned up a lot of negative feelings I have (had) towards the BDSM community, post-eagle employment.

Dean Stockwell as Dr. Wellington Yueh in David Lynch’s DUNE (1984) Head shot of a middle aged white dude with neatly trimmed two piece moustache nude on the philtrum. A red-purple smear on his forehead echoes the diamond tattoo from the film and the ash spread of Lentan observers. Top line text: WHATCHA GIVING UP FOR LENT? Bottom line text: ATREIDES

Shout out to the unhoused guy for stopping in the middle of the crosswalk to take a picture of our headlights.

To quote @derekbgayle.bsky.social “I want to give him a little kiss”

Nothing says “Family Day” than watching a movie about forming relationships and strengthening bonds.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I need a laugh after a day of violent diarrhea. TMI.

This week is dragging, right? I mean it feels like Friday. It’s only Wednesday.

Contemplating becoming a YouTube Costco product reviewer where all my videos are me yelling “Fucking move!”

I can code an email, trim ABS plastic to make cosplay costumes and set up wifi 6 to moderate speeds…

..I’m going to die, aren’t I?

The secret dopamine rush of installing better windshield wipers in the parking lot of Canadian Tire.

“Let’s Get Moving”. Should have known they were dodgy when they profess their professionalism in their marketing materials over and over again.

Collecting mover quotes. One, after confusing Montreal being in Ontario, wanted to charge me in “miles”

“Miles? Do you mean Kilometres?”

“Oh yeah kilo-metres…”

“We can stop here.”

This gay says “Owaaarrrggh!”

Itadikamasu!

Sheltered out of the storm in my hometown of Brockville. They made a boutique hotel out of the bank I opened my first account at.

Stealing your shirt

Our hotel has theirs priced at $22 per person. That’s hellish

Trade ya…

Very soon…

I’ve not been in years. Not a lot of savings compared to when I use to go. Meat prices are whack.

That helps with navigating the isles and large shopping carts, driven by zombies

Hell is defined as a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death.

Or.. OR… it’s the condiments kiosk at Costco’s hot dog corral.

Breakfast in Big Trouble. @sharkboyto.bsky.social is appreciative of the retro

Big hugs…

Considering changing the name now…