Yo, guy… Did you kill that CEO?

https://youtu.be/j0_vinmW2ik

It is very important to reaffirm that you are talking to mom in a private chat with mom by referring to her as “mom” as often as possible.

A close friend/former guildie of my wife’s is a very wholesome and well-accomplished person who secured her dream job with the CDC during Biden’s administration, just to have that job abolished by Trump/DOGE pretty much immediately. It was a very high-up/directoral position involving the outreach of sexual education/awareness for special needs individuals, who are often the unwilling/misunderstanding partipants of sexual abuse. Her entire department was ruled non-essential and was eliminated overnight. I guess it fucked her up pretty bad. She’s okay now, but is back to square one, searching for a suitable job.

Fuck Donald Trump and fuck DOGE.

But I drew it for the party…

Steve’s Lava Chicken in my ass.

I haven’t had a cigarette since 2014, but I’ll have one now since Gary went through all the trouble.

That’s fucking awesome! That’s also how you end up running with a sect of druids.

The hogs will never betray you. If they do, you were never running with the hogs to begin with.

Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.

One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.

Wow, that does provoke strong imagery. That’s a great looking dog in a great looking race. I hope he wins.

I have been there. I have seen him myself. If you too find yourself standing before him, do not fear. Look down. There are so, so, so many hairballs. It is disgusting.

That man enjoys gentle mornings beside the goose garden.

His juvenile enthusiasm for the letter X is so ten-year-old boy with sunglasses.

My daughter (5) uses WASD proficiently, so I have hope.

My grandma had me like this when I was ten. We used to sit at her kitchen table and look them up as they flew in. I knew that thing front to back. Used to sit over there all the time looking through the pictures. She died some years ago, but I still have that old green copy of Audubon Guide to Eastern Birds. Made sure to ask for it when she died. It no longer reeks like cigarettes, but it’s all browned and brittle.

My daughter (5) loves birds now too, and we used to consult my grandma’s guide together. However, we now live in Western Canada and I was worried about the longevity of such a fragile relic, so I purchased the Western edition. Nearly identical, but red. Now my daughter runs to grab that whenever we see a new bird at the feeder.

I just blurt it out when my wife asks. It’s always the most mundane, unrelated shit. I’ll be thinking about what drove Mike Myer’s choice to make Shrek Scottish. That said, she doesn’t stress over what I’m thinking about. She’s not insecure. She just wonders what’s going on in the box sometimes. I’ll have that look. My wife is great.