Late to this party, but it’s a three-fer…

I was on the tube (London subway) heading across London to catch a train to meet up with some friends.

I was a bit distracted so only noticed we were at the stop I needed to get off at after we’d been there for 30 or so seconds and the warning beeps had started.

#1. I darted for the doors which closed when just my head was through.

#2. The driver admonished me over the intercom: “Can the idiot with his head in the door pull it back so we can proceed.”

#3. (Delayed). The tube is fucking filthy. As were the doors. Which had left black marks down the sides of my head and neck which I didn’t discover until three hours later when I finally reached my destination and my friends told me.

It won’t be his third term, it’ll be his fourth since the Democrats stole the 2020 election with widespread voter fraud and cheating (“the biggest fraud, and the biggest cheating, some say, many people say - and these are clever people - the biggest there has been”). So that’s ok then.

Loving ‘wizardacious’.

An orangutan and some otters.

Well, shit. I’m 55.

I asked the ChatSHiT degenerative AI what it thought about this and it told me to fuck off. Then it insulted my mum a few times, spilled my pint, asked me what I was going to do about it, and then just kept asking me if I was going to cry now.

So, yeah, I’m all for this new rule.

No, no, no, you’re thinking of iMacs which are Apple’s all in one desktop offering. But thy can definitely run MacVim.

Huh, I never noticed any issues when I used to use gvim (a fair few years back, mind). What’s the problem with it?

Learn to use Vim. It can be anywhere and everywhere.

Monk was passing through. Some villagers saw him pissing on a statue of Buddha so they grabbed their pitchforks and went to pitchfork him. “Show me where Buddha is not, and I shall piss there.” said the monk.

Strong and milky, like my women.

There was a lot of good stuff on the telly back in the Quaternary Period.

Ah, Athena… I remember you fondly

Fuck me it’s still going!

In the 1950s men ruled the home, earned the money, and were kings of their castles. Since then gender rules have been torn up and rewritten. Women have carved out new spaces for themselves with the support of allies. But there hasn’t really been a new consensus of what a man’s role is any more. The result being that lots of men see their domination being eroded by the new order of things.

Shitstains like Tate prey on this by offering stupid but simple answers or solutions. “It’s not your fault that you’re a failure, it’s the [random mysogenistic term]'s fault. It’s them, they’ve done this to you. They’re cheating your out of your rights.” It’s the same rhetoric as Hitler blaming the Jews and Trump blaming immigrants and Musk blaming the ‘woke mind virus’.

It gives young men an out. “This guy’s winning at life and owning the [random mysogenistic term]! I should do what he does!”

“Sometimes, at the end of a sentence, I come out with the wrong fusebox. And the thing about saying the wrong word is a] I don’t notice it, and b] sometimes orange water given bucket of plaster.”

I think we can all take something away from that.

This comment looks AI. I can tell from some of the pixels and from seeing quite a few AIs in my time.

Was he the lizard or was everyone else a lizard, I forget.

You’re being the twat here, mate. Go have a break, have a Kitkat, then come back.

Shame. Gary Oldman’s Jackson Lamb is the most perfect depiction of a character from a book that I’ve ever seen.