came_apart_at_Kmart [he/him, comrade/them]

what if instead of Dreamliner it’s Cream Diner and it’s just for the boys in a Waffle House bathroom.

lol for real. 5.25" were like 360KB. the universal standard by then was 3.5" (1.44 MB) disks and had been for several years. CD-ROMs with 700MB we’re all over by 1994.

the real heads had CD-Rs by 1998 and we’re making mix CDs and imaging cracked WaReZ.

religious excitation is wack. it’s hard for me to look away.

there’s this YouTube grifter guy that sells subscriptions to his list of people he “prays over” and also sells PDFs of instructions on how to make holy water to spray on oneself, around the house and neighborhood to cast out demons, etc. he posts literally everyday and has all these near gibberish verbal tics that fire off. comes across as very much a “drinking your own kool-aid” kind of situation.

in a better society these people would be diagnosed and treated instead of allowed to exploit others, cause trauma, or in the case of AZ, apparently run the statehouse.

I fuckin’ loathe loud ass motorcycle assholes. there’s a couple of real shit birds that periodically rip down my sleepy street where kids play.

I fantasize about rigging up some kind engineered high-tensile monofilament line that I could pull tight at 4’ and pull down rapidly and taking their fucking heads.

I think motorcycles are cool, but Harley pricks with their overloud fartsleds are assholes.

I can’t wait to read the novelization for the movie adaptation to Go Fish! starring Jim “from The Office” Kasinski, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, and Emily “I let Jim from The Office bust in me” Blunt.

I heard the 4 page treatment was greenlit for a $250 million budget with James Cameron attached to direct.

lol, that flick rocks! so many negative reviews from legacy media critics over anachronism, like they are all suddenly 12th century historians and find artistic license offensive to their dissertations on Mercian fashion or whatever-the-fuck. i thought it was a creative re-imagining that kept the important themes, punched up the action sequences spectacularly, and emphasized the modern parallels with a sledgehammer. aka: a great popcorn flick.

insurrectionary folk tales like robin hood last will last forever because they are for the people.

that’s what I think of when I am reminded he once existed.

a true poster with a dedication to his craft that transcends disease and death.

literally 4% of valuation.

like buying a $200,000 joint and “investing” $8k. which would be like some extremely shitty used appliances from a shady junkyard and a single coat of the absolute garbage tier paint applied by somebody’s drunk nephew for $30 a room.

I stand for the flag.
I sit for the cross.
I roll over and show my belly for treats.

looking forward to the Voting Freedom and Democracy Protection Act of 2028, a law that makes asking about voting a felony and ensures Wyoming’s 2 US senators are chosen by “the man with the most expensive hat” from “this day forth or until Christ Our Lord returns and takes the hat for Himself.”

they cropped out the lower part where his $1500 bespoke slacks are soaked with piss from crotch to cuff.

I was highly productive at work and got some shit done. mostly glad the shit I was working on was interesting.

my postman keeps sending me bills. I told him that I don’t have any business dealings with him, but he keeps doing it!

latest fad: shelter from the elements.

jokes on you, Mervin Gio, I always bust in my pants while eating cake.

My Great Great Grandpapa, Viceroy Chauncington Money was the hardest of workers. He would stay up late into the night evaluating the workers of his cotton plantation at Fort Massacre. He inherited this ethic from his own ancestor, Lord Cockwater Money, the 1st Earl of Money. you see, it was his genius that allowed him to invent money.

As I explain in my forthcoming article, Clean My Jaguar With Your Tongue, You Lazy, Filthy Vagrants, we are all so very lucky to live in the world they helped create.

khobeza

some plants compartmentalize heavy metals in the soil and fix them in root tissues, if the heavy metals can even cross the soil-root barrier. there is generally compartmentalization/chemical barriers between root-shoot (below and above ground growth) and then again between shoot-fruit (vegetative and reproductive tissues).

i don’t know about this plant specifically (seems to be in the okra family) and generally leafy greens have one less barrier between contaminated soil and the eater. it says its typical ecology is disturbed sites, including agricultural fields, so they could be harvesting in marginal areas well away from buildings / brownfields.

but i think ultimately, it’s an issue of immediate needs for nutrition and worrying about contamination later. i mean, you can die or get terrible metabolic disorders from malnutrition in a short amount of time. but as we see in the states, you can hang on for several decades with severe lead toxicity and even be the president!

but for any of you comrades considering urban gardening on contaminated sites, this is a short and sweet publication with good tips.

i lost a lot of respect for the established community organizations, broader public institutions, and the local small business tyrant community that all went mask off.

in a lot of ways, the powers have me on a chain and they yanked it to let me and others know that we are a resource to be sacrificed when the elites need treats. i guess i should say they reminded me, because i already knew this in the back of my mind and had been passively trying to arrange my life so i could have some buffer space. so really, i’m just more motivated to get into a different situation. i had grown somewhat complacent and had allowed myself to believe we could reform our way out of this reactionary hellscape.

covid has been a bleak reminder that our institutions will not save us and that they are adversarial to our goals. we must find our allies, build dual power / mutual aid networks based on immediate material needs. specifically, i have become far more antagonistic to the commodification of third places and actively boycott them while offering no-cost alternatives. my goal in life is to get to a point where i have a place to offer simple and nutritious free meals and space to a broader community of workers, a safe space for them to organize and learn, or even just revel in comradery. i haven’t really figured it out yet, so far i’m just working on being efficient in the kitchen and adaptive organizational strategies that can scale but don’t need to, and really only with my spare time/energy. pretty sure the key is going to be to make things that are simple and affordable (for me) but delicious and nutritious. it might just be a thing i am only able to do if i reach retirement or only offer to neighbors, coworkers, and family, but i would still find it fulfilling.

anyway, i don’t have any answers. i spiraled for a while over the last years as i came to understand the institutional covid response (hypernormalization!), but now i’m trying to acknowledge the steps i’ve taken to realign myself since and stay focused on what is within my power. like hey, this site, right? we’re off the corporate social media sphere sharing memes that would be banned. i’m also much more on-top of my vaccine booster schedule for flu, etc and even got my titres for all the common vax scheduling. and i’ve passed along relevant info to help others do the same (even under the most shitty ACA or private plan in the US, all vaccines on the schedule, including the titre tests to confirm antibodies are 100% covered by insurance with no copay… you just gotta ask).

it amuses me that there are still relatively wealthy people out there willing to effectively loan Trump money to help him out of a jam. it would be one thing if he were any other politician, who might be able to pay it back at some point or convert it into political capital. but Trump’s whole deal is about fucking over every partner or associate, never paying people what he owes, and tying shit up in court until the other parties get frustrated and walk away. total Mr. Scorched Earth

certainly, it makes sense for rich people to cover for trump as a class, but that’s different than being the guy who cuts the check.

I worked with this guy for a while who, instead of eating the free provided hot lunch that had some vegetables incorporated in it, would instead bring his own from home. it would be a can of the Vienna sausages (basically this, but instead of tomato sauce, they were in a salty broth with noodles, and a sleeve of saltines.

he was like 50 years old and also smoked like a chimney.

I couldn’t wrap my head around how he wasn’t dead yet.