Holy shit, if there's an award for "mixed messages," I think I just bagged it.
It's okay, I'll be in bed by the time anyone sees this.
Good night, all!
@fierychord
HCW by day, metalhead by night. Also loves classical music, art, weights, sf/f/h, cats. Jewish (quite lapsed), left, bi. I've set up shop here, now that Twitter has turned to shit. He/him. Llevo casi tres años aprendiendo español.
Holy shit, if there's an award for "mixed messages," I think I just bagged it.
It's okay, I'll be in bed by the time anyone sees this.
Good night, all!
If you feel that you need to pull roughly on my hand? Please, feel free. I'm not entirely myself. Do what you need to do, I'll get it when I've kicked this virus' ass.
If you feel the need to pull roughly on my hair or my ears? Please don't. I'm no blushing virgin, I know what I'm doing.
So. It's Saturday, I've got the next two days off. I'm sick as a very sick dog, and have been since Sunday. I want to pound a bunch of hot water, rum, honey, and lemon... and I haven't had any alcohol in my place for nearly three months.
My feed may turn very strange soon.
...and on the subject of people who say things like "follow me, I'm delicious"...
I would normally never eat this many carbs or this much butter or bacon all at once.
Perhaps you would never eat this much greenery all at once.
Let us all make a truce, and eat this together!
This isn't the first time he's done this. He's spoken of the Irish Potato "Famine," and while he never actually said the word "genocide" out loud, he was pretty clear about just why people were starving. And it wasn't food shortages. It was "policy."
Follow him, he's delicious.
I like this gentleman. He's all about the food, and the history as it pertains to food... but I feel like he's slyly winking as he says, "keep digging, the history is there... and it's horrifying."
There are some strange things in the water over in Greece, and I want some of them!
As toxic as the YouTube algo is, it's only as bad as my own weakest spots. I'm picturing an alternate version of me that didn't get laid anywhere near as much as I did, taking psychic damage whenever he sees a clip of Andrew Tate, Black Pigeon, or Clavicular. My god, his life would suck...!
...and YouTube is now showing me skits about parents who are grossly infit because they're cheerful sadists... and again, lots of these skits are freeboots.
Enough of this shit, I'm making a can of chicken soup and going back to bed.
I have no idea who this person is, with all her skits about her toxic mother-in-law... but so far, I've muted over a dozen freebooters who've combined her skits with arts and crafts videos, and I'm still seeing her.
God, I just loooooooove YouTube.
The word "digital" can mean a few very different things.
Digital, adj., of or pertaining to fingers.
Digital, adj., of or pertaining to computer information.
Have you ever been proud, even smug, about a very niche joke? That's me right now.
I don't care if this is real, it made me laugh.
"Don't mess with the fucking queen. Don't mess with the fucking queen. Don't mess with the fucking queen, or she'll rip out your spleen."
#StuckInMyHead
Usually, on projects like this, the drums sound more like nan's sewing tin. You know the one, it has cookies printed on the lid...
¡Sí!
If Carey Elwes had said that to a man with six fingers in that movie, it would've been extra poetic... considering that I've just now seen footage of Netanyahu with extra fingers, and a few other digital oddities.
For those of you who don't know Spanish... pop quiz!
What does "6 dedos" mean? Go on, take a guess!
"Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, 'Dear God! What is that thing,' will echo in your perfect ears."
Dear [Brat Princess Of Comics],
I am alive... and sadly, so are you. I hear you're in NY now. What's the matter? Did you run out of people in CA to treat like shit?
Cordially, die, and then suck Satan's dick in hell.
Also? Pray we never meet again. I owe you SO MUCH, and I am eager to pay.
Dear mom,
I am alive, and you are dead. Despite all the damage you've done to me, I'm here, and you are gone.
Cordially, suck Satan's dick in hell.
(Holy shit, I'm saying that sober. I used to have to be shitfaced drunk to say things like this. Next step: explaining this to my therapist.)
Listening to this absolute beast.
It is majestic in all the ways that SepticFlesh are. This release is a massive accomplishment, an absolute triumph.
I don't know if they'll able to live up live in a month... but I want them to live up, very desperately.
I saw Candlemass live in the early nineties. Their vocalist was fat... and he was the closest thing the genre had to Pavarotti. And we all loved him
I saw Symphony X years ago. Their guitarist was fat... and he shredded. And we all loved him.
This just in: AI is being trained on really messed-up porn, and thinks that garlic and ginger are interchangeable.
Dear coworkers,
Yes, I'm going to see another band play live next month. No, I can't tell you who. If you're Christian and at all devout, I'm pretty sure that me even saying the name of the band [Rotting Christ] would border on creating a hostile work environment.
Dear coworkers,
Yes, I had a lot of fun seeing Belphegor live. Please don't look them up. Yes, I got a shirt. No, you can't see it. To date, I have never met anyone from HR, and I'd like to keep it that way. No, I can't describe it to you either, for the same reason.
Dear supe,
You want me and my team to improve. You spoke to us like an adult. We listened and asked questions like adults. You gave answers like an adult. Thank you.
(Seriously, if you knew that abusive bitch I worked with in comic books years ago? Or hell, half my goddamned family...)
The cover of the first issue of the Marvel comic Beavis and Butthead, It features one of them suffering under the care of a dentist, and the other screaming, "scrapin' th' jaw, scrapin' th' jaw!"
I know this existed! I didn't just imagine it!
I knew you'd all get it!
Me, at work, keeping a computer from going to sleep: "wiggle the mouse, wiggle the mouse!"
(To the tune of the famous Beavis and Butthead song "Scrapin' the Jaw!")