The post I just wrote about fleeing the US if a certain fascist is elected president was copied with full text to what appears to be an aggregate site made up of anything it’s crawlers find that mentions said fascist by name. It even says in the banner that the site is paid for by the man himself.
First off, thanks for asking permission, assholes. Second, you folks should probably read the shit you steal before posting it.
Every four years we like to tell the same joke. If candidate X becomes president we are moving out of the country. We have never said it seriously before, but if Trump should magically find himself on top next November…
Toronto is both beautiful and close, but it will most likely be over run by US refugees trying to flee the fascist regime of the Donald. London is my top choice in Europe, but there are other attractive English speaking destinations too. What about a quiet rural country village in Ireland or Wales. Think about it, if we don’t have a lot of neighbors then we won’t have to be ripped on as often for being from a country that was idiotic enough to elect Trump to an office. That’s a pretty big plus for me.
Hipstamatic is now crashtastic, and WordPress is following close behind.
I pretty much forgot about this, but I had actually started a recording project back in March. Whoops. The idea was to take a bunch of songs from old projects and redo them with real bass guitar and real amplified electric guitar. Yeah.
So here are the first 8 songs I worked on. Now I just have to re-record every single sound you hear except for the drums… and even then I’m not so sure.
The view out my desk’s window. It’s only 3:30pm and already route 128 is slow in both directions. Crud.
Forgive me, but I just love that Spark Camera lets you take short videos and then add music to them. That pleases me on a goofy level.
Epic, amazing Tardy Turtle compilation.
I found my Greg the Bunny DVDs today. The whole Fox series and two sets of IFC film parodies. Are the kids old enough for the Fox series? Probably not. Are they old enough for the IFC series? HAHAHAHA!!! No.
It’s a few days before the official start of Winter. We should be dealing with temps in the 20s and 30s. Instead it’s in the 50s. When this happens the bugs, specifically the moths, don’t receive the memo that they are supposed to go away and die. They have nothing better to do with their time so they swarm around any light source near our house, including the back steps and the unshaded window I’ve been sitting next to in the dining room.
Assholes.
Remember Halloween? Remember this guy?
No? You forgot about him? So did I.
He went out on the front stoop just before tick or treating started on Halloween. I lit the candle inside and then when trick or treating was over I blew the candle out.
Then I forgot about it completely. So much so that when I came home from dropping off the kids this morning I noticed that it was sort of still on the step. I say sort of because a nice chunk of it had rotten away, and another big chunk had fed the local critters.
I started my lunch break today by wrapping it up in a trash bag and getting rid of it. G-R-Oss indeed.
Sorry about that, neighborhood. It won’t happen again (at least until next Halloween).
We were all set to go tree shopping last night. We have a fake Christmas tree in the cellar but someone who shall remain nameless (me) suggested that maybe this year we skip the fake tree and get a real one. Everyone agreed.
Jen wanted to get a tree last weekend, but I didn’t. It wasn’t a kid weekend, and I wanted the kids to have a say in whatever tree we end up with. Last night was the first kid night we’ve had since then, so we were going to go last night. I even brought up the tree stand from the cellar and moved the furniture around.
Unfortunately, Jen had work to do after dinner and one of the kids still had a little homework. Jen suggested I take the kids and go without her, but that would be just as bad as going last weekend would have been. We can’t go tonight because two of us don’t get home until late. We can’t go Friday because one of the kids has a school function and two of us won’t be home until late. Saturday is our next opportunity so I nervously threw it out as a suggestion, expecting to hear complains and you-hate-Christmas accusations (which wouldn’t be all that inaccurate).
Nope. I got an I-don’t-want-to-go-without-mum from one kid, and an we-can-go-in-the-daylight from Jen. The other kid just agreed with me. Nice! I promise I’m not sabotaging Christmas by pushing things off. Really. This isn’t selfish anti-holiday behavior. This was really for the best.
HoHoHo!
Inside the Red Head's Head 