All was askew in the psychotic canoe.
[Found here.]
Hello, I am Ms. Twitter, daughter-in-law of Mr. Twitter and wife Significant Other of Mr. Twitter II. I have been put in charge of something very important and I’ve been very important for some time.
See that door behind me? That’s the #TwitterGulag. It’s where I send people whom I decide have violated Twitter’s Terms Of Service, written by my 12 year-old niece, Denada. She hates everyone for no particular reason, but she’s still my niece, and I am still in charge.
I send email messages to those of you with Twitter Accounts whom have been flagged as inappropriate and non-compliant with my unspecified political point of view. I ensure that your Twitter accounts are appropriately blocked, banned and deleted, and that you are required to jump through tiny little email hoops to get your pathetic Twitter accounts reinstated.
It never happens.
At the same time, I allow the most egregious violators of our TOS to fly free and clear no matter what offensive garbage they post or how much targeted harassment they get away with, despite your whining complaints. That makes me laugh, because there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Yeah. Complain to @Twitter or @TwitterSupport and see what happens, loser.
But here’s the fun part. Once I decide you’re banned, your entire history goes away and you get to start all over. It’s like you never even existed. You are nothing more than a squeezed spent pimple on the Junior High Boys’ Restroom mirror to me, and the school janitor takes care of you.
I am Ms. Twitter. Do not trifle with me.
[Image found here. Oh, and check out this vapid nonsense.]
BTW, he’s going the wrong way in front of 302 West Erie Avenue in Philadelphia, and it looks like the same pile of trash is still there from 2014.
[Top image found here; bottom via Google Maps.]
That image is from Page 25 of The Best Cookbook Ever, aka “The Campus Survival Cookbook” by Jacqueline Wood & Joelyn Scott Gilchrist (William Morrow & Company, 1973). While not condescending in the least, it assumes you know little about cooking, own few cooking utensils, don’t know how to shop for groceries or what staples you need. It also assumes that you’re on a tight budget and even provides shopping lists. It’s out of print, but there are used copies out there, and no, you can’t have mine.
[Beware of the freebee .pdf’s – MalwareBytes threw a hissy when I tried to download a copy.]
The Seven Tone Fart Symphony is awesome.
Flying houses [via].
2.2 lb burrito swallowed in 1 minute 44 seconds.
Ancient Islamic depictions of Mohammed. Don’t worry. You won’t be beheaded for looking at history, at least in the one remaining country with Freedom of Speech. Here’s the full archive. Download them all before The Powers That Be decide that they are hate speech, and God Forbid it ever comes to that. [BTW, Zombie is brilliant.]
LMAO. AGW is a fraud, a transparent hoax that has nothing to do with science and everything to do with confiscation of your income. Check this out.
George Carlin on Global Warming [warning – strong language].
Can you say “indoctrination?” Here’s the Reverend Jesse Jackson on Sesame Street. Really.
“Remember when you stuck my nose in it when I was a puppy? I do.”
I saw an insect yesterday I’d never seen before. It was about 2-inches long, the size of a large grasshopper. It had pumpkin-colored wings that laid flat on its back, and a shiny black body with a sky-blue band on the top of its abdomen. It crawled into a patch of dead rye grass that we’re growing on the side of the garage, so I pulled the grass out to get a better look and disturbed it. It flew off, with orange dragonfly wings and black dangling legs, obviously a wasp. It was a Tarantula Hawk, and I’ll never mess with one again. Here’s one description of what it’s like to be stung.
But then there are bullet ants.
So you’re in the Outback on walkabout and you need some rabbits? Catch some snakes first.
This may be the most mildly disturbing collection of miscellaneous links we’ve posted, but to make up for it, here’s a link to our Hot Links Archive.
“No. Don’t bother. Let’s see how she works.”
You see anyone moving to help her up? Neither do I.
[Image found here.]
Update: These nice people were clearly amused.
[Update 2: Here’s the story.]