
#truth

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How About Peaches? Nice, Fuzzy ?

Things that Make You Go ?

A Message to Anti-Maskers

The irony of the anti-mask crowd is, it’s YOU, you dumb fucks. You’re the ones who are stealing freedom from all the rest of us.
This shit is contained in every other first world nation because no other culture has you morons. You’ve been asked to make a handful of entirely manageable sacrifices for the common good, but you won’t do that because you possess this uniquely American malfunction: you have a spoiled rich kid’s idea of freedom; Donald Trump’s idea of freedom, which is “I do whatever I want, and if anybody else gets hurt, fuck ’em.”
“We can contain this outbreak if we all just wear masks when we go out? Oh thank god, that’s so easy!” say the rational Americans whose brains still work.
“NO!” shriek you wingnuts. “I’ve decided ‘liberty’ means my every passing whim must be gratified because my emotional development stopped at age three!”
And so, no matter how many millions of us do the right thing, make the sacrifices, y’know…CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE, there have consistently been enough of you maniacs offering free rides to the fucking Coronavirus so that the whole country has to stay trapped in this funhouse.
Social media circles are so easy to manipulate. Shit, this crap is probably all coming from nerds at a Russian troll farm, cackling about how much easier it is to kill Americans with memes than with bombs.
YOU are the reasons schools aren’t safe for children now, by the way. All that lost educational and social development that you’re suddenly so concerned about? It’s your fault, and every fucking day you spend shrieking at entry-level service employees about your perceived “rights” is another day you take from them; another day you take from ALL of us. The the rest of us just have to fucking live with it, I guess. As you take and take and take from millions of people you can’t be bothered to think—much less care—about. You take their safety, their peace of mind, their future. And in 145,000 160,000 cases and counting, you’ve taken everything. All this suffering and death doesn’t seem to move you in the slightest, and I have to say that’s really fucked up.
You folks are broken. You are failed humans. And congratulations, you’ve ruined everything for everyone else. You got what you wanted. Nobody can tell you to eat your peas. There’ll be another quarter million corpses before this is over, and it’ll take years to recover from the economic carnage, but you showed us! You “owned the libtards” and nobody can make you do something that you don’t want to!
Nobody can make you wear a small piece of fabric over your nose and mouth. For short periods of time. To end a crisis. To save lives. Your parents must be proud.
A Message to TUMBLR

Caption This

I Am Incorrigible
Inked, bearded, masc4mask catcher edition.

Not Zi Best Excuse To Use

366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 218

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…

Believe Me…

366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 217

Gratuitous Joey Ryan







But sadly, it seems Mr. Ryan has some trouble brewing that simply being pretty isn’t going to fix…
“Art Prints” (NSFW)






366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 216

An Unexpected Windfall
A pleasant surprise arrived in the form of Friday’s paycheck: a yearly raise and—since it was the third paycheck of the month—no withdrawal for benefits.
I thought briefly about getting a rug like we have in the living room for my study. But since that’s the direct route out of the house for the dogs in the morning and I can’t tell you how many times the dam has proverbially burst before I got the back door open, I didn’t relish the thought of a urine-soaked carpet. Nah, we’ll just live with the polished concrete until such time as we can also buy a carpet cleaner.
Friday evening I was scrolling through my Instagram as I am wont to do, and I ran across this:

While the Horizon L166 is not my first choice for classic JBL loudspeakers of the late 70s (that would be the Century L100), they are a close second. The L100 Century—both original incarnation (used) and especially the retro reissue (new and currently in production) from last year—are way out of my price range, and I was certain these Horizons would be the same.
For shits-n-giggles I DMed the guy and asked if they were still available and how much he wanted, fully expecting to be told they were already gone or quoted a couple grand for the pair.
Not even close. They were still available and easily within my budget, and while both the rug for my study and these loudspeakers were considered “a want not a need,” I have been wanting to retire my Infinitys for years now but didn’t know what to replace them with—so I found it very easy to justify dropping some of that unexpected coin on them. And hey—it’s been over two years since I bought any stereo equipment. I’m allowed.
The seller was upfront and told me the pair (with sequential serial numbers, no less) weren’t perfect: one of the grilles had a chipped corner and some minor damage by the JBL logo, but the cabinets and the drivers themselves were pristine and worked perfectly. He sent followup photos, and after seeing the damage I decided I could live with it; Lord knows the speakers were still in better condition than my Infinitys even though they’re both the same age.
Because all this sounded too good to be true, before transferring any money, I checked the online reviews for the store and they were uniformly positive, so after texting back and forth with the seller, I sent payment.
I also needed a pair of stands, since there was no way I was going to drill holes in the bottom of these beauties to transfer the IKEA cabinet stands I’d attached to my Infinitys. (For some reason, after being ignored by the dogs for years they had become pee-magnets.) I found suitable stands on eBay, and placed the order. Everything should be arriving late next week.





Thought for the Day
Not mine, but worth passing on nonetheless:
You remember in Jaws when everyone was pissed that the beaches were closed because the shark kept killing people and they knew it was killing people and they went to the beach anyway? That’s what this pandemic is like.
Because It’s (Probably) True

Omens and Portents

Bitch, Slapped


Today’s Schedule
Not People? Not Human is More Like It

366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 215



Is that Dustin Milligan?
366 (It’s a Leap Year, Boys) Days of UNF: Day 214

Flashback Friday
I was trying to come up with a picture or two to post on Instagram for #flashbackfriday (since I missed #throwbackthursday), and instead of posting some old photo of me grimacing, I thought I’d branch out a bit and started scrolling through my virtual photo albums to see what I could find.
This led me to the year and a half I spent working at DISH, aka The Worst Company in the United States to Work For, and I realized that as fucked as things are in the world right now, working at DISH was still worse. I honestly don’t know how I lasted there as long as I did, but it truly was my personal trip through Hell and these pictures have reminded me just what an incredible job I now find myself in and how I’m actually appreciated for I do there.
Someday I shall write at length about those eighteen months at DISH, but for now I will suffice by posting some snarky-but-still accurately captioned photos:


















