Re: You is all a bunch of poofs!
Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 11:47 am
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Don't waste your ammo. Shoot rats. Nobody, but nobody, minds if you shoot rats (except for a certain emeritus biology prof). Here is a very well fed vixen who enjoys the rats I put out for her trotting along in front of my kitchen window for today's offering:Service Dog wrote: ↑ I think some hothead will shoot-up one of these Big Media/Tech places... Google or maybe Rockefeller Center where they broadcast the morning shows.
+1 Humanity points, right there. I love foxes ("Wee orange hoonds" as I call them - don't @ me) and usually put out scraps and treats for the wee beasties that lurk in the local hedgerows.screwtape wrote: ↑Don't waste your ammo. Shoot rats. Nobody, but nobody, minds if you shoot rats (except for a certain emeritus biology prof). Here is a very well fed vixen who enjoys the rats I put out for her trotting along in front of my kitchen window for today's offering:Service Dog wrote: ↑ I think some hothead will shoot-up one of these Big Media/Tech places... Google or maybe Rockefeller Center where they broadcast the morning shows.
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Today she gets a treat - some salmon skin after I'd done the filleting. I suspect she deserves to celebrate the successful Canadian coup that stole the election from Trump (and so far, without us using our expensive gas to send the paratroops into Washington. Win-win!)
The difference between using a mask and not using a mask are negligible and I'll tell you why. The projected death toll here in Sweden was tens of thousands before the end of the year if nothing was done. It was even said the number could reach six digits. In the US, if nothing was done the projected death toll was 2 million. According to the White House coordinator for prevention of the corona crisis, Deborah Birx, back in April, if the American public follow the new recommendations the estimated death toll could be between 100,000 to 240,000 within the next few months. Anthony Fauci, the American epidemiologist, is convinced the death toll was squashed due to restrictions, "social distancing" and masks.screwtape wrote: ↑Always liked a little 'lipservice,' myself. But think, please, how would you account for the different infection rates that show up when we look at data where the only difference is whether masks and distancing are used? Admittedly, very bad science given the variables that should be controlled, but for preliminary data these kind of figures would get a statin or a beta blocker approved. So why not a measure with no known side-effects like wearing a mask?Pitchguest wrote: ↑ The virus is still airborne, which means that "social distancing" and masks are lipservice.
Saw one last Tuesday on Brick Lane.Bhurzum wrote: ↑+1 Humanity points, right there. I love foxes ("Wee orange hoonds" as I call them - don't @ me) and usually put out scraps and treats for the wee beasties that lurk in the local hedgerows.screwtape wrote: ↑Don't waste your ammo. Shoot rats. Nobody, but nobody, minds if you shoot rats (except for a certain emeritus biology prof). Here is a very well fed vixen who enjoys the rats I put out for her trotting along in front of my kitchen window for today's offering:Service Dog wrote: ↑ I think some hothead will shoot-up one of these Big Media/Tech places... Google or maybe Rockefeller Center where they broadcast the morning shows.
vixen.jpg
Today she gets a treat - some salmon skin after I'd done the filleting. I suspect she deserves to celebrate the successful Canadian coup that stole the election from Trump (and so far, without us using our expensive gas to send the paratroops into Washington. Win-win!)
My old man had a place overlooking the river in Rotherhithe. One night, at low tide I saw a fox walking on the mudline. It was tiny, almost unrecognisable until I tapped on the glass and got it to look. I expect it was looking for food.MarcusAu wrote: ↑Saw one last Tuesday on Brick Lane.Bhurzum wrote: ↑+1 Humanity points, right there. I love foxes ("Wee orange hoonds" as I call them - don't @ me) and usually put out scraps and treats for the wee beasties that lurk in the local hedgerows.screwtape wrote: ↑Don't waste your ammo. Shoot rats. Nobody, but nobody, minds if you shoot rats (except for a certain emeritus biology prof). Here is a very well fed vixen who enjoys the rats I put out for her trotting along in front of my kitchen window for today's offering:Service Dog wrote: ↑ I think some hothead will shoot-up one of these Big Media/Tech places... Google or maybe Rockefeller Center where they broadcast the morning shows.
vixen.jpg
Today she gets a treat - some salmon skin after I'd done the filleting. I suspect she deserves to celebrate the successful Canadian coup that stole the election from Trump (and so far, without us using our expensive gas to send the paratroops into Washington. Win-win!)
It turned and gave me a pointed look.
A fox that is. The hedgerows don't look like much of anything at all around these parts.
Perhaps it was that stubborn disbelief that led to our eventual falling-out nearly a decade ago. As one of the more prominent female skeptics, I began campaigning for the male majority in the movement to be more accepting of (or to at least to stop randomly groping and awkwardly propositioning) women. Many men pushed back, sending me rape and death threats. When a man announced on Twitter a few days prior to 2011’s TAM that he planned to “cop a feel” if he saw me, Randi refused to even bar the man from attending. I felt like it was too late to drop out, so I attended and felt awful the entire time. I didn’t go anywhere alone. It was the last time I spoke at TAM.
Wander the streets on the edge of Clapham Common in the wee hours of the morning and you might spot the little buggers everywhere. I swear one night I saw one on top of a car, some on the sidewalk and one or two more in a garden, all in one street. Maybe I'm just lucky. Spent a week or so living on the edge of Wimbledon Common and spotted a badger snuffling around next to the road. There was a badger that used to root through the bins next to a footpath outside East Grinstead. Blase badger didn't give a crap if you walked right by him. Most surprising thing I ever saw was a honey badger in the chicken coop just outside my rented cottage. Thing has the fiercest beady eyes and chilling rattling growl, not to mention chemical weapons in anal gland form. If you want to see how smart honey badgers can be there's a video of Stoffel the HB on youtube. You won't believe how inventive an escape artist the little fucker is.
Still shining up the same old shit and selling it. How has nobody caught on to the grift? I mean, I understand publications are a bit out of the loop, but do they at least talk to the cunts they publish? She's a fucking moron.Driftless wrote: ↑ Somebody got published in Slate!
https://slate.com/technology/2020/11/ja ... ement.html
Perhaps it was that stubborn disbelief that led to our eventual falling-out nearly a decade ago. As one of the more prominent female skeptics, I began campaigning for the male majority in the movement to be more accepting of (or to at least to stop randomly groping and awkwardly propositioning) women. Many men pushed back, sending me rape and death threats. When a man announced on Twitter a few days prior to 2011’s TAM that he planned to “cop a feel” if he saw me, Randi refused to even bar the man from attending. I felt like it was too late to drop out, so I attended and felt awful the entire time. I didn’t go anywhere alone. It was the last time I spoke at TAM.
That sucks Service Dog. I've had to put two of my dogs down in the past and its never fun. I didn't stay for the first one because I wasn't sure that I could handle it, so sat outside in the car and bawled. Wish I'd stayed with him. I stayed with the second one (she had an auto immune condition) until her eyes glassed over. Still not fun, but glad that I did.Service Dog wrote: ↑ I put my dog down today. 14 years, 8 months.
He started wasting-away last week. His iron bladder turned leaky.
Yesterday removed all doubt that it was time. I would have taken him in, first-thing this morning.
But the vet couldn't see him until evening. Which turned out for the best. Dog had a great day. GF cooked steak, his best human friend came to visit, he licked three flavors of ice cream. We played a recording of Canada Geese flying-over, honking-- which always perks up his ears.
The most dramatic part:
We arranged for a taxi to the vet-- but it no-showed. I offered a drug-dealer kid on the street-- $100 to take us in his car. The dog was wrapped in a waterproof fabric shower curtain. An 80 lb. burrito in my lap. I held him tight against my wool Pendleton, to catch any warm urine which might leak out. Felt like riding with the guy bleeding-out in the back of the Reservoir Dogs car. Halfway thru the ride-- GF & the kid realized they knew each other. He used to shop at her clothing store, since before puberty. Unspoken: the serious grown-up gangsters above him in the drug operation-- were the previous generation of teenagers selling shit from the barbershop next to her store.
After the vet's injections... I didn't expect how strong & big & beautiful-- and alive-- the dog would look. I guess all his muscles un-clenched, when the pain went away.
GF & I walked home from Brooklyn. The night felt magical. A mexican quinceanera in a small, unlit city park played Oom-pa music. Walking the last block home, I realized how much my eyes focus downward, at every obstacle-- and discarded piece of food to avoid. I'll literally see my own street differently-- at my own eye level, not a dog's-eye view. I won't have to worry for him anymore.
I am seriously sorry. Dogs confront us with the extremes of joy and pain.Service Dog wrote: ↑ I put my dog down today. 14 years, 8 months.
He started wasting-away last week. His iron bladder turned leaky.
Yesterday removed all doubt that it was time. I would have taken him in, first-thing this morning.
But the vet couldn't see him until evening. Which turned out for the best. Dog had a great day. GF cooked steak, his best human friend came to visit, he licked three flavors of ice cream. We played a recording of Canada Geese flying-over, honking-- which always perks up his ears.
The most dramatic part:
We arranged for a taxi to the vet-- but it no-showed. I offered a drug-dealer kid on the street-- $100 to take us in his car. The dog was wrapped in a waterproof fabric shower curtain. An 80 lb. burrito in my lap. I held him tight against my wool Pendleton, to catch any warm urine which might leak out. Felt like riding with the guy bleeding-out in the back of the Reservoir Dogs car. Halfway thru the ride-- GF & the kid realized they knew each other. He used to shop at her clothing store, since before puberty. Unspoken: the serious grown-up gangsters above him in the drug operation-- were the previous generation of teenagers selling shit from the barbershop next to her store.
After the vet's injections... I didn't expect how strong & big & beautiful-- and alive-- the dog would look. I guess all his muscles un-clenched, when the pain went away.
GF & I walked home from Brooklyn. The night felt magical. A mexican quinceanera in a small, unlit city park played Oom-pa music. Walking the last block home, I realized how much my eyes focus downward, at every obstacle-- and discarded piece of food to avoid. I'll literally see my own street differently-- at my own eye level, not a dog's-eye view. I won't have to worry for him anymore.
Condolences. You'd been wondering for a good while whether it was time, but he kept bouncing back. This is never easy on the mind to time, and never easy on the heart to do. But it seems you got it right, giving your dog a lot of quality 'overtime'.Service Dog wrote: ↑ I put my dog down today. 14 years, 8 months.
He started wasting-away last week. His iron bladder turned leaky.
Yesterday removed all doubt that it was time. I would have taken him in, first-thing this morning.
But the vet couldn't see him until evening. Which turned out for the best. Dog had a great day. GF cooked steak, his best human friend came to visit, he licked three flavors of ice cream. We played a recording of Canada Geese flying-over, honking-- which always perks up his ears.
The most dramatic part:
We arranged for a taxi to the vet-- but it no-showed. I offered a drug-dealer kid on the street-- $100 to take us in his car. The dog was wrapped in a waterproof fabric shower curtain. An 80 lb. burrito in my lap. I held him tight against my wool Pendleton, to catch any warm urine which might leak out. Felt like riding with the guy bleeding-out in the back of the Reservoir Dogs car. Halfway thru the ride-- GF & the kid realized they knew each other. He used to shop at her clothing store, since before puberty. Unspoken: the serious grown-up gangsters above him in the drug operation-- were the previous generation of teenagers selling shit from the barbershop next to her store.
After the vet's injections... I didn't expect how strong & big & beautiful-- and alive-- the dog would look. I guess all his muscles un-clenched, when the pain went away.
GF & I walked home from Brooklyn. The night felt magical. A mexican quinceanera in a small, unlit city park played Oom-pa music. Walking the last block home, I realized how much my eyes focus downward, at every obstacle-- and discarded piece of food to avoid. I'll literally see my own street differently-- at my own eye level, not a dog's-eye view. I won't have to worry for him anymore.
It almost made me feel nostalgic. Elevatorgate, TAM, JREF, Simulated fellatio, Offensive t-shirts, poorly drawn rhino necklaces, ah how time flies. I suppose the greatest boon to a grifter is time. Either people have a very short memory or nine years is just too long to remember.Sulman wrote: ↑Still shining up the same old shit and selling it. How has nobody caught on to the grift? I mean, I understand publications are a bit out of the loop, but do they at least talk to the cunts they publish? She's a fucking moron.Driftless wrote: ↑ Somebody got published in Slate!
https://slate.com/technology/2020/11/ja ... ement.html
Perhaps it was that stubborn disbelief that led to our eventual falling-out nearly a decade ago. As one of the more prominent female skeptics, I began campaigning for the male majority in the movement to be more accepting of (or to at least to stop randomly groping and awkwardly propositioning) women. Many men pushed back, sending me rape and death threats. When a man announced on Twitter a few days prior to 2011’s TAM that he planned to “cop a feel” if he saw me, Randi refused to even bar the man from attending. I felt like it was too late to drop out, so I attended and felt awful the entire time. I didn’t go anywhere alone. It was the last time I spoke at TAM.
Super classy for that potato-faced glorified groupie to take a steaming shit on a dead man. What a nasty bitch.
There was a time when I lusted after her like a maniac.Matt Cavanaugh wrote: ↑ Sarah Silverman.
Nothing like a bunch of nubile, bundalicous, spanish pole vaulters to cure you of the Hot/Crazy Matrix.Bhurzum wrote: ↑There was a time when I lusted after her like a maniac.Matt Cavanaugh wrote: ↑ Sarah Silverman.
I got better.
I wonder whether 'anti-vaxxer' means the same thing now-- that it did a year ago. Like-- the rich tech people in Seattle who sent their young kids to anti-vax hippie Waldorf School. Did they flip sides in the vaxx culture war, when Trump took the 'not mandatory' side & Bill Gates/Biden take the 'mandatory' side?Matt Cavanaugh wrote: ↑ I have some anti-vaxx acquaintances [long story] and they think Dr. Shiva is da bomb. He's a complete whack-a-doodle.
You had me at "pole"...wait, what?Matt Cavanaugh wrote: ↑Nothing like a bunch of nubile, bundalicous, spanish pole vaulters to cure you of the Hot/Crazy Matrix.
Kinda leaving out the bit where she stole unwarranted admin privileges, banned people, edited their posts and generally acted the proverbial bull in a china shop until she was caught and thrown out. Silly cunt.Ms Bacterial Vaginosis 2008 wrote:...so I joined his online forum, where people like me formed a community of skeptics who talked about investigations of psychics, cryptozoological creatures, free energy machines, cult leaders, and 9/11 truthers.
Didn't she hijack a meeting for her marriage as well?screwtape wrote: ↑Kinda leaving out the bit where she stole unwarranted admin privileges, banned people, edited their posts and generally acted the proverbial bull in a china shop until she was caught and thrown out. Silly cunt.Ms Bacterial Vaginosis 2008 wrote:...so I joined his online forum, where people like me formed a community of skeptics who talked about investigations of psychics, cryptozoological creatures, free energy machines, cult leaders, and 9/11 truthers.
It's so fortunate you had so long with him. A dog never seems to lose his innocence, even though he'd might tear the living shit out of any little critter he can sink his teeth into.Service Dog wrote: ↑ I put my dog down today. 14 years, 8 months.
He started wasting-away last week. His iron bladder turned leaky.
Yesterday removed all doubt that it was time.
The ones I know are your standard-issue Earth Mother types who used to support the Dems if they voted at all. But now with the growing authoritarianism, especially the threat of mandatory vaccinations, they loath the Dems, and all voted for Trump or Kanye.Service Dog wrote: ↑ I wonder whether 'anti-vaxxer' means the same thing now-- that it did a year ago. Like-- the rich tech people in Seattle who sent their young kids to anti-vax hippie Waldorf School. Did they flip sides in the vaxx culture war, when Trump took the 'not mandatory' side & Bill Gates/Biden take the 'mandatory' side?
I know. It's a high scandal with huge stakes in NZ.Service Dog wrote: ↑
November 10, 2020; CNN:
https://www.cnn.com/2020/11/10/asia/new ... index.html
"More than 1,500 fraudulent votes were cast in the early hours of Monday in the country's annual bird election, briefly pushing the Little-Spotted Kiwi to the top of the leaderboard, organizers and environmental organization Forest & Bird announced Tuesday.
Those votes -- which were discovered by the election's official scrutineers -- have since been removed. According to election spokesperson Laura Keown, the votes were cast using fake email addresses that were all traced back to the same IP address....
"this year, sex toy retailer Adult Toy Megastore endorsed the Hihi, which it said practices "consensual polyamory....""
" this year's vote isn't the first to turn dirty. In 2018, a person from Perth, a city in New Zealand's neighboring Australia, voted for the Shag more than 300 times before they were caught by election organizers.
And in 2015, two teenagers tried to rig the vote in favor of the Kokako, an endangered songbird, according to national broadcaster Radio New Zealand."
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