Kind of reminds me of my favorite episode of Ren and Stimpy when Ren split himself in the two opposite sides of his personality: his evil side and his indifferent side.

Hard to imagine Trump has read very many books.

By all accounts, he’s never even read his autobiography.

For me, working from home meant eating endangered species for lunch seven days a week instead of just two. Checkmate, liberals.

Man you are not going to believe this … it’s from Asterix in Ohio.

I just want people to learn how the fucking stop signs work.

I visited India 30 years ago and (in the southern part of the country at least) the major highways between cities had a single paved lane in the middle and then just dirt and gravel on the steeply-sloped sides. So on bus trips the drivers would stick to the middle until the last possible second and then veer off so that just the right wheels were on the pavement as they passed each other while tipping crazily to each side. I made the huge mistake on my first trip of sitting in the front seat; I later corrected my mistake by always taking the fucking train, which didn’t have this problem.

You’d have to be living under a rock to not be aware of Musk’s political side at this point … and rocks are too expensive for anybody to afford any more.

I kinda like it better since it makes the same criticism of people who think their works will last forever, but then goes a step further and exposes the same fallacy in modern peoples.

Fun fact: Shelley wrote that poem in a friendly competition with Horace Smith. Here is Smith’s version:

In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
“I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone,
“The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
The wonders of my hand.”— The City’s gone,—
Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder — and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro’ the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

— Horace Smith, “Ozymandias”

Used to be, you got one comic with the sunday paper. There was no bingeing your favorite comics you just waited until they came out.

I mean, this is true if “used to be” means “prior to WWII” (or maybe even earlier). Publishers have been putting out collections of comic strips in book form for a very long time - I grew up in the '70s reading Pogo compendiums published in the 1960s.

I once used the word twat around my then-girlfriend and she “corrected” me, insisting it was pronounced “twah”. Turns out she thought people saying it were trying to use the French word toit and mispronouncing it. No idea why she thought anybody would want to call somebody else a French roof.

I used to work for a software company that was a beneficiary of a $12 million a year political pork grant from the state of Louisiana that was officially intended for improving industrial and manufacturing capability in Louisiana. Somehow, my company was managing to spend this money in Mississippi, and giving it to a national defense contractor that wasn’t exactly in desperate need of (more) government handouts. That’s how fucking corrupt Mississippi is: they even suck in the corruption from their corrupt neighbors, while making sure that not a penny of that shit goes towards improving a state that I would describe as third-world if it wouldn’t be so insulting to the third world.

That long haired kid looks like he means it the most

You mean the kid with dreadlocks? Lol

I prefer Melon Husk.

It’s the lack of consent that’s the turn-on for them. See: Deshaun Watson.

It’s way too big for that, and most of it you could only get to with a bike. That’s pretty much why he goes there.

I always claimed in job interviews to be good at debugging, but there are no certifications for debugging and there’s really no way for an interviewer to verify such a claim. So even though it is an incredibly important skill, companies just do not look for it. There is also the hilariously misguided belief that good coders do not produce bugs so there’s no need for debugging.

I grew up in a town in Ohio where the famous abolitionist John Brown (hanged in 1859 after his abortive raid on Harpers Ferry) had built a tannery in the 1840s 1835 that was still standing in 1976. To celebrate the bicentennial, the city council had it condemned and torn down, to make way for … a parking lot. Hilariously, the council claimed it was a danger because it was about to collapse, but it took three days to demolish and they had to bring in special heavy equipment to do it after their wrecking balls failed to make a dent in it. This thing had been built with massive 40-foot long oak beams with 12"x8" cross-sections that showed no signs of rot (my dad salvaged a piece of one of these beams and set it up as a bench in our garden, and it was still in good shape in 2012 despite being outside the whole time), so it could have easily been preserved as a historical site. In fact it had been declared an official historical site by the state just days before its destruction but the town council simply ignored that.

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And the people who say “loud pipes save lives” often don’t wear helmets, which statistically are safer. Not all motorcyclists are full of shit, but a hell of a lot of them are.

I wish police would simply enforce noise ordinances

I live next to a catholic church/school and sometimes on the weekend or near sunset a local kid rides his motocross bike all around the church yard. Annoying as fuck and it chews up the yard and everything. I’ve called the cops three or four times but they’ve never bothered to send an officer out. I called the church and all they did was install a bunch of super-bright LED lights which are on 24 hours a day. Kid still rides his bike there and now I can’t sit outside at night anymore because of the fucking lights.