Red Durkin

the chile & queso must be separated as god intended

He believed in edible tex-mex and, as purveyors of cornmeal & cheddar cheese slop troughs, we knew it was time to part ways.

No, they didn't & no it isn't.

It's not impossible to learn to play it that way, of course, but having been a beginner for like 15 years, I've never managed to make instructions work for me (admittedly, I've only tried a couple times and not for a very long while)

It's strung right handed, but I play it left handed, so it's upside down. As far as I'm aware, there are no incredibly famous musicians to have ever played their stringed instrument that way

I got the baritone because I wanted one like the one I already have so I could string THAT one left-handed and more easily learn to play it normal-like, but instead I grossly overestimated how big my old one is. Now I have ANOTHER incorrectly strung instrument I don't want to mess with b/c I like it

I've never heard of such a thing, but it looks fun!

I assume everyone of a certain age either plays the ukulele or has consciously decided not to. I play it upside down, am afraid to string it correctly because I don't want to ruin the way it sounds when I play it, and only know how to do one thing (but I love that thing so much and do it every day.)

I don't think I've ever made a purchase that so immediately felt worth it or made me so content. I love this thing. I might even learn how to play it.

"At last, I can shop at Target again!"

- literally no one

Tired: the Emperor Wears No Clothes

Wired: the Oligarch is Incoherent

because they are stupid people.

The body is a machine that requires thousands of chemical, electrical, and mechanical processes to go correctly all day every day in order to function. A corpse isn't a corpse because it's simply lost its get up & go.

That sucks and, I might argue, feels like an enormously real world experience compared to anything in this dude's biography

also, my arms are tired? Not a thing I've had with my other uke

hyper-realistic zombie movie where the zombies are bound by the real world limitations of the human body (are just corpses)

Like, if you think it is somehow more simple than money, you've never even been in the line at a grocery store *behind* someone who has to use it.

I bought a new ukulele, a baritone, which is much larger than my other one. I similarly don't know how to play it right, but I can make it make a sound I find satisfying and my neighbor has told me (I think sincerely) she enjoys.

SNAP is significantly more complicated than money. From where you can spend it to what you can spend it on to when it gets refilled. Only a complete doofus bereft of *both* real world experience & imagination would think otherwise and such a person shouldn't be near sharp objects or levers of power.

If you think it is easier to use SNAP at the grocery store than plain old money (which this guy does, not the imaginary young woman he made up) you are just not very, um, experienced at navigating the real world.

I’ve said it before, but People magazine should get a Pulitzer for its coverage of this administration.

So help me, I am going to turn this clock forward every hour on the hour until the Sun swallows the Earth

fuggin' tofu smdh

"You were considered for Scar / That would have been fun"
agreed!

Tim Curry Breaks Down His Most Iconic Roles YouTube video by The Academy

This is delightful which of course it is because it’s Tim Curry dammit but it contains two earth shattering revelations for the Curryverse and they are

1) he was considered for Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park

2) he read the screenplay for Silence of the Lambs and wanted to be cast as Hannibal Lector

How dare he besmirch society's most beloved artforms at the acme of their popularity??

[walking in to a tavern on the far end of the Shire with my friends] Oh, yeah, by the way. They have a little nickname for me here, just be cool...

[the bar patrons, in unison with pints raised to me] THUNDERTITS!

How can sand be quick? I've never heard of this

I don't care what Edmund Burke thought about stuff that existed in his lifetime, why would I care what he thought of my coffee order?