I guess my dad, born in 1938, got into the whole midcentury “mass middle class” thing: we had a late-70s as hell townhouse condominium (I grew up with a heat pump), my mom drove sensible sedans and my dad used hatchbacks, once a year we’d fly to Florida and stay at this West Palm Beach (just off the intracoastal waterway) condo one of the partners talked the firm into buying until they made him buy it off them

My first clue was when I was tooling around in the storage room (our house had been the display unit and one of the two garage bays had been enclosed for an office) and found one of our old tax returns and saw that we paid over $3 million that year

Uh, they’re the other?

I have been working shirtless out in the side yard (the right of way with Strawberry Ridge and Blueberry Hill) most days for the last year and a half, I wonder if anyone passed by on the path enough to appreciate my physical come-up.

“Spider-Gwen” in the Spiderverse movies is not trans in that she represents an AMAB Gwen Stacy, and I am sure there is some TERFy radfem out there correctly pointing out that seeing the “witty, responsible, sympathetically put-upon” Spider-package come in a girl (a non-pregnant one at least) and going “no way is she cis!” is really insulting.

That said, the “reveal your identity to your parents, they take it poorly, so you run away and live with found family for a while, but when you finally reconnect they’ve come around and want you back” is a trans-coded plot (a generation ago it would be merely gay!), and as “they’ll see!” fantasies go it’s fairly achievable and good to encourage over them crying at your funeral.

Something maybe obvious to others but a tweet yesterday really clarified for me is that the thing with the weird excerpts we’ve seen from the Barbie movie – Ken’s job and idiom of male status competition being “beach”, his having a sense that after a good date a man would sleep over at the woman’s house but no idea why – isn’t that the characters are vapid, it’s that these are Barbies as being played with by little girls, who don’t really understand the adult world they’re burlesquing.

…I am gonna look very hot in a few months, huh?

chewedcorn:

OH WELL, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME

1000-rat-corpses:

hey how about you mind your own fucking business Google Rewards

v1leblood:

“kill the cop inside your head” instructions unclear, made up a new cop that condemns other people but lets me do whatever i want

theresponseblog:

kontextmaschine:

God, I am constantly impressed with how trashy the dance music this Italian food cart guy always has playing is

Like not like music for trashy people or bad music, like “dance” mixes radio stations played from Philly clubs on Friday nights which were both, it’s just trashy dance music.

“Didn’t you listen to happy hardcore?” Yes, that’s cheesy dance music.

Apprently there’s a whole industry of people taking basic Casio-demo beats and adding some wah-wah vocals and guitar-lesson-sample riffs, putting them into five-minute “tracks”, and packaging those into albums that they then sell to aspiring DJs who want the air of success that a large back catalog implies.

And I guess you’ve found the audience for that stuff.

Nah, maybe I’m not making myself clear, he plays like some Italian internet radio from Italy, which makes you realize that no it’s not a NY/NJ guido thing, trashy dance music is Italian heritage.

I like how US Carrier Air Wings rn are like 50 Hornets stapled together, they were like “come on this is ridiculous these aren’t big enough for this” and the Navy just made Big Hornets for them

Okay got my first load of topsoil to fill in Blueberry Hill and Strawberry Ridge. It’s heavier, and I think I could fit a whole yard and a half of it in Darwin’s bed. That said I definitely could not do two loads of even a single yard in a day, this stuff wears me out. Not pain like from mulch pitching, I can’t even get the pitching shovel down to lever up much, but the kind of full-body wiped you get from swimming in water.

God, I am constantly impressed with how trashy the dance music this Italian food cart guy always has playing is

Like not like music for trashy people or bad music, like “dance” mixes radio stations played from Philly clubs on Friday nights which were both, it’s just trashy dance music.

“Didn’t you listen to happy hardcore?” Yes, that’s cheesy dance music.

Okay I was kind of rushing to get stuff before the fence guy, cause while my existing one was in ruins there were two neighbors I was kinda letting down, things gonna be a bit more chill for the rest of the summer, next up is getting topsoil to fill out Blueberry Hill and Strawberry Ridge, and some more indoor cleaning.

Wanted to talk about the changing feel to the touch of my torso as the fat melts away but the dominant impression is really of how meaty my arms and chest are getting.

Portland’s new charter has the city newly divided into 4 precincts electing 3 councilors each (no longer holding administrative portfolios). There’s three plans thatre pretty similar, they have

• everything east of 82nd
• North and inner northeast
• Inner southeast
• West-of-the-river plus some portion of the east side

This last one is where the plans really vary, the included area is either

1. Sellwood, which kinda relates better to downtown as a streetcar suburb than the rest of the eastside where you have to get past a railroad moat, through an industrial area, and then you’re still kinda nowhere
2. Lloyd Center, where they first thought the freeway crossing would make for a new downtown in the ‘60s, but still serves as a beachhead of inner city life with new towers and a baseball stadium potentially replacing the mall
3. A few blocks in all along the bank of the Willamette, the areas once relating to a working waterfront which in either industrial use or redevelopment will consist of a distinct zone

ktwpa:

ゼルダの伝説　神々のトライフォース / The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past

dinosaurnews:

AMAZING 🤣😂

Via

dagny-hashtaggart-deactivated20:

thebibliosphere:

ALT

When I say editing software is getting dumber, this is what I mean.

In what world is “What dinnered?” more legible than “What happened to dinner?” I just… what?!

Ah, how the motherfucking will have turntabled’s’ve

girlbossjodiarias:

escuerzoresucitado:

#all they serve is cunt