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Does anyone else think that Leonard Cohen deserved better than writing the song that became Baby’s Most Obvious Attempt to Manipulate Your Emotions, because I fucking swear I used to like Hallelujah. I am in no way subskeeting team USA.

It’s kind of adorable how these chuds pretend that Europeans seizing the Americas involved all Causacians holding hands and vigorously singing “kumbaya,” instead of the period being the literal origins of modern street gangs.

I keep shouting “where’bouts is ‘e from” at ZDF’s player stats chyrons.

Also, you seem to be implying that Moxy Früvous never happened on both points.

That video was goddamn hilarious; and, what, the Tragically Hip never happened?

Evidence, if not proof.

There’s more, but I respect character limits.

That definitely earns its thousand words.

“Conditional” as in “the planet has an atmosphere” or “someone in this house’s cells are dividing?”

Thanks, mom!

Thank you, kind Internet stranger!

Would a coughing fit courtesy of my respiratory infection suffice?

I played as a guy because that was what was in the late 70s/80s. If I can roll my own I make fem avies.

An illustrated OMNI Magazine cover from 1982 featuring a large eyeball watching tumbling human figures progressively colored in rainbow order from left to right.

Age verification?

Right in the feels.

#ageverification #discord

Somebody present this angry toddler with a 10X scale golden spliff and let’s get on with it.

I feel that.

Did NME have an official IRC server? I used to use the website chat feature back in ’96-’97.

I’m as disappointed in me as you are.

Right?

As I have never seen a minute of The Wire in my life I have failed to embrace my birthright as a Caucasian.

Get it, girl!

Fun fact: Ziggy was named to my mind after Dziga Vertov (I blame my film degree), but most people assume he’s a Stardust so I just roll with it. We haven’t gotten my husband’s guitar from the cellar for him yet, but in the evenings we have him play with an abacus for treats.

And he loves his chins.

Draw a thing!

MAGA: when the lambs vote with the wolves on what to have for dinner.

You’ve already put your phone down, right? RIGHT?

A medium haired grey cat lays in a stuffed moon-themed bed with his chin in the air as if to ask for cuddles.

@rickhavoc.bsky.social Ziggy decided to try the yachting life so I’m trying to teach him “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” but he won’t so much as sniff the metronome and keeps asking for chins. #caturday #catpics

To say nothing of their fried okra.

… or anhedonia.