I'm just this guy, you know? Except on Lemmy.
RIP Kbin.social
They made a reference to him in the latest episode of What We Do in the Shadows. And he was in the video for Dine and Dash by The Chats.
That succulent Chinese meal granted Cecil immortality.
Totally. And have a microwave with programmable settings. And make an induction cooktop with <1 second pulse width modulation and probe thermometers. A dishwasher with a detergent dispenser. Open source the plans, build them without plastic parts that break and fall off.
And bring back that awesome Sunbeam toaster.
This would be the smallest majority since the Hoover administration.
Coincidentally, we're going to have a tariff war just like the Hoover administration. One that sucked so much they named a vacuum brand after it.
(Not really.)
I'm lucky because my family yells about politics but we're just loudly agreeing with each other and getting more incensed
If I had millions I'd buy some land and build a space for artists and musicians to come and hang out and make things.
If I had billions I'd disrupt the appliance industry because I can't find any decent appliances.
It looks like what mail trucks would look like in Back to to the Future II.
I also think steamed eggs are better, and because they're not bouncing around in a boiling pot of water they tend to stay intact better.
Plus with a big enough steamer you can do dozens of eggs at once. Dozens!
Much like Christianity integrated Yule celebrations to create Christmas, this Last Thursdayist has integrated Thanksgiving as the holiday where we are thankful that our planet has not been demolished to make way for a hyperspace bypass, and not colonialism.
My kid's school has 2" thick ballistic glass covering the office.
But the French teacher doesn't even know French.
First pawn takes a rifle, second pawn takes ammunition! The one with the rifle shoots! The one without follows him!
Companies can hide price increases behind tariffs and make tons of money. They didn't tell anyone because they want those sweet 25Q1 and 25Q2 profits. After that it's someone else's problem.
Thanks for bringing one of my favorite Pete Seeger songs to mind
Melania, then Elon
It’s a response to the phenomenon where seemingly no matter what you buy, no matter where you buy it, somewhere along the supply chain someone got hurt or got taken advantage of, and the environment was most likely hurt as well.
I call this the Doug Fawcett Principle
A fuckcars anthem: "Lord Mr. Ford" by Jerry Reed
> Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I'm about to sing your song, son
> Well, I'm not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it's time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford
> Well, I've got a car that's mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain > > I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
> Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin' me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that's something else
> Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents
> Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done?
> Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don't you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man's success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
> Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there'd probably be some poor fool who'd pull out to pass
> Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space
> Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
> Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile