Kim Douglas

The backs of many people's heads at Tampa's No Kings protest, as they march from Tampa's Kennedy Blvd., up Franklin St. and on the way to hanging a left toward Curtis Hixson Park. In the distance, below left, someone's holding a handwritten sign, reading, "No Gods, No Masters." Before them, center, a woman is holding up a yellow Gadsden Flag. Except, instead of coiled serpent above the words "DON'T TREAD ON ME," it is, in fact, an enormous cartoon of a cat—more real than Garfield, but there's definitely a Garfield aesthetic, there, you can't deny it—anyway, it's a big-ass cat, mid-stride, mouth open in astonishment, above the words, "OHHHH LAWDDDD HE TREADIN."

Tampa's #NoKings was by far the biggest protest downtown this year. Lots of inflatable costumes. Lots of kids and intensely pissed-off grandmothers. Thrilled to see my favorite Gadsden Flag.

The cops’ actions are appalling, as per usual, but the sight of 3 grown men wrestling with a giant inflatable wang costume—not even the person inside it! She’s passive, not resisting at all that I can see, while they bobble LITERAL BALLS around—is top notch. Nonviolent absurdity, perfection.

Two announcers, Jason Garrett and Dan Hicks, stand in front of a sign that reads "Big Turd" thanks to how they are blocking it

Not sure the folks at NBC/Peacock thought this one through

Elites collapsed and capitulated. Regular people never did. #NoKings

Crowd of protestors in front of RR Diner and cafe, otherwise known as Twedes Cafe.

Detail of previous photo showing a protestor in a Bigfoot costume with a pink tutu and bow behind an American flag with arm up and holding a sign that reads "BIGFOOT IS ANTI-FA!!"

North Bend (aka Twin Peaks) very on brand

this rocks. when indiana edu killed the student newspaper, Purdue stepped up, printed the forbidden issue, drove it to Bloomington and stocked the boxes.

1. It’s not a room—it’s a tunnel you have to crawl through and you can’t see the end. Sure, you’ll fit. Probably.
2. Waiting room at the 24-hour emergency vet, 2 AM.
3. Mom’s in the audience, and she’s already disappointed.

Me: This must be such a stressful moment for Cal Raleigh. I can't imagine the pressure.

Cal Raleigh: [doink]

I got this ad too, and went through the whole gamut of Kombucha Girl reactions before deciding that I, too, would absolutely wear a mashed potatoes shirt. It’s the college font that seals the deal. University of Mashed Potatoes alumni.

Hot off the presses! If you need a bigger size to print your stickers let me know!

Five ubiquitous 1990s highly inflammatory halogen torchiere lamps, in black, brass, white, dark red, and…black again, because that was the one everyone had in their first apartment

Beat me to it, so instead I’ll just drop off this clutch of coordinating torchiere lamps

Vancouver just came downstairs and told everyone to knock it off and go to bed

Cracking up at the Seattle 11 o’clock news going live to the ballpark: The camera lens is still dappled with champagne smears and droplets, and the reporter’s staton-logo jacket is visibly damp.

Vinyl album cover of “The Leo Lassen Story: A Memorial to Baseball”

We come by it genetically; also on the altar is my grandpa’s vinyl album of Leo Lassen’s greatest Rainers calls!

My 78yo mom has a little baseball…altar, in her guest room, and this tape is on it.

I thought the Explodersons, my neighbors who always had fireworks, had moved away. But it seems the Mariners roused them from the depths. 🔱💙💚⚾️

He grew that mustache tonight

You know how in old crappy cartoons the background was like rock, tree, cloud…rock, tree, cloud? That’s this game.

So I just did a 14th inning stretch in my living room, complete with singing and dancing to Louie Louie myself

I was at an Ms-Astros game that went 14, and they made us get up and do a 14th-inning stretch

I’m not sure I will be able to function either, tbh

An inflatable frog costume

donning the armor of god to face the forces of hell

INFLATABLE FROG ARMY, LET’S GOOOO! *I* am Spartacus!

I’m just catching up with this news now. My condolences on the loss of such a fine floofy lad. (I lost my own Laundry Assistant last year, and it just isn’t the same! 😢)

I want to see MORE PORTLAND FROGS. An army of inflatable frog-costumed heroes, intimidating and shaming ICE goons with blank-eyed little jigs, all across the land. Some real I Am Spartacus shit. 🐸🐸🐸🐸

It’s 18yo me, assigned it in my first college French class. I was so bewildered I checked the English translation out of the library…but no, I understood it, I just didn’t get it. Imagine my surprise upon being told it was a comedy.

True. A baseball nap, during a meaningless game on a June Sunday? The best sleep there is, and the conceptual and psychological opposite from me shredding my rally towel, or crying into it.

Being a Mariners fan since their and my infancy is teaching me that I’m too old for this kind of stress, this week.

Newsom is a NON-VIABLE PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE. None of the quippy clapback posts mean a goddamn thing if he is willing to throw the queer community under the bus at any opportunity he gets to do so.