Honestly I'm for doing the bear thing or driving by paintballing but these pathetic fucks that are camping on a Wednesday to ruin other people's Thanksgiving have already hit bottom and are floundering in the mud like the mouth breathing sub humans that they are.
So without further adieu,
( The Panels! Warning, may contain unrequited robo crushes, and emergency t-shirtings. Mostly SFW but with some sexiness, and an Optimus Prime dakimakura. )
There are multiple truths in this comic. A) I have been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls reruns, both on TV and Netflix, lately. The reruns on TV just hit the sweet spot where Lorelei has the inn open and she starts dating Luke and Emily and Richard are separated and Rory starts an affair with Dean and Lain realizes she has feelings for Zach and… it’s a really great show. Great characters, GREAT writing, just really excellent TV. Anyone that tells you different has never loved, been loved or is probably a replicant. And B) I cannot tell you how often I have forgone watching a movie in superior 1080p HD image quality because my Blu-rays were “all the way over there” and Netflix was exactly where my ass was.
Sharksplode is closing forever just after Thanksgiving. Some of the more popular shirts will be integrated into the new HE store, but about half won’t be. So if you want something from Sharksplode, now is the time to get it.
DID YOU GET YOUR HOGWARTS LETTER YET?! Check out these Harry Potter inspired owl post earrings and necklaces my wife made:gilmore girls, laziness, netflix, tv
Hazel is a little girl who's peculiar and alienated in the way that a lot of people who grow up to be writers were: engrossed in unpopular books and interests, pre-emptively disdaining most people her age so she won't be as hurt when they reject her. She was adopted from India by a white family, and is not only the only Indian girl in her school, but knows nearly nothing about India; this isn't a huge part of the story, but certainly adds to her feeling of being different.
Her one friend is Jack, a boy whose father is gone and mother is depressed. Everyone tells them they shouldn't be friends, because boys and girls aren't at that age (eleven) and because Hazel is weird. Then one day, Jack suddenly dumps Hazel and starts hanging out with the popular boys. Everyone tells Hazel that this is natural and she needs to find girl friends. Her mother warns her that you can't make someone love you again when they've stopped; she knows because Hazel's father left her. And then Jack disappears - moved away, supposedly.
But Hazel is certain that Jack didn't just naturally stop loving her. She thinks he was enchanted and kidnapped by the Snow Queen. So Hazel follows the rules of fairy-tales... and finds herself in a creepy fairyland, questing to bring back her best friend.
This a well-written, melancholy book with striking images and a strange subtext. Though the fairyland is real, and Jack's enchantment is real, everyone in the real world but Hazel believes that the enchantment is a metaphor. They tell her that childhood friendships often break up naturally, that people often fall out of love, and that no amount of wanting and persistence can make someone love you when they don't. This creates an odd tension to Hazel's quest: is it real? Even if fairyland is real, is the enchantment really imposed from outside, or just the externalization of the truth that Jack no longer loves her. If he really doesn't love her, is it heroic or self-destructive and stalkery for her to keep trying to get him back?
Then again, he really did disappear. And the Snow Queen really does have him. There is no metaphor supplied for that scenario: that is reality. But it's a reality that sits oddly with the "he really doesn't love you" metaphor.
This is a book where I really did wonder what the author's intent was. Were readers meant to take the "You can't make anyone love you" admonitions as the truth, and believe that while she saves Jack's life, he will never love her again? Or were those statements merely obstacles Hazel faces, and she really did see through them to the truth that he did love her, that his enchantment was metaphoric for depression and peer pressure, and that if she kept standing by him, eventually he'd remember that he cared for her all along? I may be taking all sorts of unintended subtext from this book, but it's very metafictional to begin with.
Hazel's quest is like an illusion-picture that flashes back and forth between being a young woman and an old woman every time you blink. Heroic affirmation of persistence and friendship. Blink. Unsettling story of an emotionally immature girl desperately pursuing a boy who naturally grew apart from her.
Jack in the Box is killing me with the random Sriracha Strikes. It's like suddenly my chicken club has wasabi. Not sure how to feel about it at 7:15am....
In other news, this is pretty funny, The BuzzFeed asked Brits to label The United States again, because "It’s A Thanksgiving Tradition". The title of the url is "Happy Thanksgiving - we are very sorry".
My 2 faves are a tie
Distance is relative... usually the relatives you avoid..
It's 9am and my eyes feel gummy.
9:14:12 AM: Dude/USA/SC/CSC: Alright, question: phone number listed on a company user's entry on the company site. Is that still a ticket to HRIT?
9:14:26 AM: Me: what?
9:14:58 AM: Me: I've seen more data in a tv guide episode synopsis
Word order is a particular problem in fish meetings, which Miles said she dreads. In a long sentence about a particular variety of fish, and in a language where the noun – the name of the fish – comes towards the end, the interpreter is left guessing about the subject of the sentence until it's completed.http://gizmodo.com/inside-the-weird-bra
I've heard of most of these words but not all, and I had no idea in some cases that they were considered native to one side of the pond or the other (e.g. "jaywalk" is American, "dodgy" is British).
Kelli Dunham writes brilliantly about Heather McAllister, Brittany Maynard, and assisted suicide
Here is a comic that seems to do a pretty good job of explaining asexual orientation.
Jonah Soolman is a nutritional counseling practitioner who works in the Health at Every Size paradigm. He attended the Cardiometabolic Health Conference, at which various procedures and products aimed at "weight loss" were much discussed. He writes: "Following this paragraph is my list of key moments from the conference. By default, I was going to group them by disease state, but given the circumstances perhaps it is more appropriate to categorize them by the emotional state they created." The headers for the article are "Interesting," "Startling," "Disappointing," "Frustrating," "Horrifying," "Infuriating," and "Made Me Want To Throw Something."
Paintings of migraines by artists who experience them.
DapperQ calls itself "GQ for the 'unconventionally masculine.'" This post discusses masculine fashion for people whose bodies don't conform to the tall, thin stereotype of androgyny (which just so happens to match the tall, thin stereotype of every kind of fashion).
Proof that political sensibilities and entertainment can mix with hilarious results: Unused audio commentary by Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky for The Fellowship of the Ring DVD. Excerpt:
Zinn: You view the conflict as being primarily about pipe-weed, do you not?http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/unus
Chomsky: Well, what we see here, in Hobbiton, farmers tilling crops. The thing to remember is that the crop they are tilling is, in fact, pipe-weed, an addictive drug transported and sold throughout Middle Earth for great profit.
By the Racialicious Team: Voices: The Michael Brown protests you didn't see (because the media were too busy showing violent protests instead).
By Janee Woods: 12 things white people can do now because Ferguson
A fat guy who is an employee of a Sam's Club in Mexico dances with great enthusiasm in front of a display of stereo equipment (the song is "El Serrucho" by Mr Black).
Yudkowsky does a great job of explaining a way to approach the hateful voices that people sometimes have in their heads. (I call them my brain trolls.)
"when you have a thought, you write it downhttp://yudkowsky.tumblr.com/post/103192
'You are different from the others. You will never know their innocence… and that is why you should hate your own existence. Die. Die. Die.'
then you figure out whether, if your life were a fantasy novel, these words would be spoken by figures wearing black robes, and speaking in a dry, whispering voice, and they are actually withered beings who touched the Stone of Evil
and if so then you don’t listen"
One of the ways Weekly Shounen Jump stays on top of the sales charts is by "churn", ending old series and starting new ones in their manga anthology magazine. Now, sometimes this happens naturally, as the recent run of Naruto reached a good point to end the series. But more often, it's a series that used to be popular but has gone downhill (Psyren for example) or a recent entry that didn't catch on (for example, Barrage.) In these cases, the writer has to wrap everything up in three or four chapters, so the story has some kind of ending.
Generally, the Jump editorial people want three new series to start each quarter of the year; which means that it's time for the online edition to have another round of "Jump Start." This last week, the first of the new series debuted, Takujo no AGEHA.
It's about ping-pong, or as they persistently refer to it here, table tennis. 18 pages of 55.
( You may notice some similarities to an older manga series.... )
Next week, it's E-Robot, with the power of weaponized fanservice.
Your thoughts and comments?
I'm the fat chick with food stains on all her shirts
Called in sick yesterday ad pretty much slept until 2:30pm. Went back to bed at 7:30pm. Got up, left, drove 15 minutes only to discover I left my wallet at home. Turned around, drove back, got it, got 20 minutes out when I discovered I left behind my phone - gave up because at this point I was actually running late despite having taken off 30 minutes earlier.
Then a cop had someone pulled over so everyone on the freeway was braking in case the perp darted into traffic screaming "You'll never take me alive, coppers!"
Actually it's because they make police pull people over on the right side of the street which requires a cop to stand at your driver side door which means they are IN TRAFFIC (or dangerously close) instead of the left side where he can be protected by the car.
Anyway, groggy day for me. I need to be at least on my B game and I'm idling at D. WTF is one's "A Game" anyway? I got bit by my own cleverness. Found a coat perfect for Kevin at a discounted price for a short time ... bookmarked it instead of sending it to myself. now here I am at work unable to track down where I had it because I had to move fast - on account of him circling my desk complaining he could't find the perfect coat....
Wish me luck!
Edit: found it! took synching the googles. Now, it's a Chinese website. Either this is going to fit my husband orroq is gonna get ANOTHER really nice coat. roq is like a god amongst the Chinese ...
Did you miss ComfyCon this past weekend? No problem! Put on some comfy pants (or take them off) and click this link if you'd like to watch me create the inks for today's comic from start to finish, mostly in silence!
(I would have more to say, but if you catch the time on the video, you'll notice it was raaaaaather late!)
Today has been busy. After we (gasp) made a breakfast of ginger pancakes and scrambled ham & eggs, I declined a visit from Lili and got busy.
I rearranged an entire cabinet while Kevin cleaned the stove top to bottom. He also did a Sparkling Sink cleaning method to clean the sink after washing stove parts in there.
Then we grabbed clorox handiwipes and went to town, scrubbing the bottom vents of the fridges, then the fridges, then the dishwasher - we scrubbed a lot.
It's that situation where the handiwipes are almost black but you can barely detect a difference because it's in places you never look.
Well the vent at the bottom of the fridges is no longer furry.
We're taking a breather now. Been cleaning for about 3 hours. I swept the back porch this morning and the wind has totally undone it. In fact, the back yard it pretty covered. I wish it was with the color of fall leaves instead of the dead brown fronds of those mimosa trees.