It wasn’t his birthday either. They just celebrate it then because of all the pagan holdiays leaving them out. (Yule… Saturnalia, bacchanalia.)

Humans have pretty much always done something around the winter solstice. Historically, part of it was there really wasn’t much else to do.

Most work could only be done with light. The shortest day of the year had little light and in any case mostly they were just waiting for spring to come while maintaining farms and shit. Also in the north they were kinda sorta trying to stay indoors and out of the frooking cold.

Ellipse. Same but it doesn’t even roll that well.

She wasn’t insisting on gender neutral pronouns.

Sje was angry people didn’t know her son was a son. Which they didn’t know because they were never told before (directly or indirectly). She intentionally chose to obscure gender for some reason and then got pissed people got confused.

I should have used “they” because babies aren’t “it”s, I could care less about disrespecting the mother, but the kid didn’t deserve that.

I knew a lady, new mother, who insisted on putting her baby in green or yellow rather than pink or blue.

Which, wouldn’t be something to make fun of except she got furious when people misgendered the baby boy. Even more furious when some jackass named me got fed up and started referring to the baby as “it”.

She didn’t catch the point. The husband did, though.

(Hindsight says I should have used “they” but they’ve subsequently turned weirdly conservative, so maybe that would have pissed her off just as much.)

How’s that working for you?

Flatpak is the demiurge.

Sidney looks like they’re turning into a puddle, what with the magical-looking scalp massage.

“Giant raging assholes” is a term of respect and honor. honest.

Intelligence is knowing that Dr Frankenstein was the guy who created the creature. Wisdom is knowing that Dr Frankenstein was indeed the monster.

I’d listen to this band. Just saying

NOPE!!

Also sharing them with the next generation. You’ll be happy to know Marvin the Martian still slaps.

Historically, the whole point to the loyalty card coupons was because then they could track your purchases and sell that data on you.

It used to be incredibly valuable, and it techncially still is. But your big box retail stores are going to insane lengths, including tracking you from the moment you pull into their parking lot (including knowing what kind of car you drive,) and how many times you circle, lets say, the lego aisle, or the cookies. They know how long you spend looking at stuff and are selling all of that. (as well as using for marketing to sell you more shit you don’t need.)

I mean, I decided to not have kids because I don’t want to subject anyone to the existential horror that is life, and I feel no obligation to crank out miniature replicas of me.

it has three hands.

Santa knows his cookies.

hehe. Yeah. That’s a lot of effort to being sneaky.

Oh yeah. Food was not safe around him.

In hindsight, that may have been why he liked me.

He also figured out the trash bin locks. Mooky was a rapscallion, to be sure. Once, he ate a second wedding cake.

Yes. You read that right. My mom had baked a wedding cake for a friend. He ate that. She baked a second. He ate that. Baked a third, and had it locked up at the friends place.

when I was a kid- pretty much a toddler- we had this dog named Mooky. Mooky was a beagle from the pound. (not a rescue, an actual pound.)

Mooky was a total fucker. He’d escape and go running across the neighborhood and the not-as-yet-developed lots behind our house.

Mooky also hated people. I was the only person that dog tolerated. (and I was like 4 or so… so, like yeah. I wasn’t gonna train him.)

Other shenanigans were destroying 3 sets of curtains, escaping at night to go play with the coyotes (and by ‘play’, Mooky liked to pick fights with them.) Another time, mom had bought a pound of expensive, hand crafted, chocolate truffles. Ultra-dark. Yeah. Mooky didn’t die. that dog was indestructible. He did leave a giant diueretic shit behind the couch that was about the size and shape of one of a giant hersey’s kiss. (About as big around as a dinner plate.)

How indestructable was that incredibly vexxing asshole, you ask? One day I was being babysat by a neighbor. I had gotten into the backyard and came across a rattler (southern CA. lots of undeveloped land.) That dog showed up got bit twice and still didn’t die. He died at a nice, cantankerous age of probably twelve to fifteen.

Was Mooky a bad dog? just a misunderstood asshole. All I’m gonna say is you never saw him and BatDog in the same place.

looks fluffy to me. what’s the vet say? go with that.

And in need of pets!

(Actually, it’s super important to socialize puppies!) (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!)