Number of full days of vacation, no work, I have taken in the past 33 years: 5 or so

I love the idea of him bragging about this when his job is drawing the same cartoon about how much it sucks having a comfortable office job. Him treating Dilbert so seriously is why I think it doesn’t work with absurdist dada. Garfield has the same premise- a decades long mantra of the same comic strip that transcends kitsch when someone takes the unserious thing seriously. Jim Davis knew it was a bullshit job and described cranking out a week’s worth of jokes in one day, an intentional lack of sincerity that you can subvert in a meta-modernist way. Scott Adams thought it was a real job and saw Dilbert as a reflection of his own intelligence/protestant work ethic/creativity. It’s such a sincere self-insert that you can’t parody it without it just being a parody of Scott Adams, who’s already such a weird guy that it falls flat like a Trump impression. The brilliant Lasagna Cat episodes where it’s a 1-4 hour repeat of the same comic strip to try and give it meaning would never be funny with Dilbert.

Sign it.

I love “There is no god” too. Something about cartoony antitheism in blunt Russian is great:

I’ve also felt his presence. Every now and then the floor will become hot and I know it’s Charlie looking up at me from hell and trying to say something like “owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

This is the only brand that should be allowed on social media. Capitalism gets one friendly face to lie to us with. It’s Piss Jugman.

One day people looked up and saw Clydwyn the Village Pervert drawing nipples on the hill again. They decided to do something about it. They banded together and said “now it’s an entire giant naked man holding a club”. Together they beat Clydwyn the Village Pervert at his own game.

Oh man, that’s actually a guy named Tom MacDonald. It sounded so godawful and his guitar playing is so fake that I kept looking at his facial tattoos for AI artefacts. It’s so much more unfortunate that he’s a real guy.

Dating the pictograph to the early medieval period has also helped researchers to more accurately speculate on the identity of the giant. A 2024 study posed the now-popular theory that the ambiguous figure is actually meant to be the mythological hero Hercules. It may have been positioned on the hillside as a rallying point for troops battling the Vikings, though further research is needed to contextualize this possibility.

I like the idea of it as military propaganda. If I saw a giant chalk penis on a hill, it’d make me feel confident being that raided village in The Northman. They can catch a spear and impale the thrower with it, they’re eating their enemies while pretending to be wolves, but I’ve got the giant chalk penis on a hill.

I think I’ve only seen one Gonzalo stan on Hexbear, and it was someone from one of those smaller ideologically murky forums who was being shit on for being an anticommunist. It’s such a weird Trotskyite kind of dynamic.

If China isn’t buying magic beans, that means the US gets more chances to visit the ogre kingdom in the sky once they grow.

It should be even larger than Cloverfield’s. 100% body size, 800% head size, a guillotine looming over the skyscrapers.

Also, the ikwa is a terrifying-looking weapon.

I HATE SPECTACLE I HATE SPECTACLE

The quintessential Colorado February: biking in a t-shirt today because the weather is normal for June.

https://www.africa.upenn.edu/Articles_Gen/Letter_Birmingham.html

I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious negative peace, in which the Negro passively accepted his unjust plight, to a substantive and positive peace, in which all men will respect the dignity and worth of human personality. Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured.

MLK’s perspective on centrists is perennial. They’re Judas goats.

You better not watch that tv show about how living in South Korea is so terrible that it feels like a game show where the poor are murdered for sport. That will make you love South Korea.

We need the statue of liberty because it’s Chekov’s Giant Rolling Head. Any kind of disaster movie set in New York involves the statue turning into a bowling ball that takes out Wall Street. Turn it into a museum for immigrant justice, make sure the head is welded on very poorly.

They got me. Experiencing quality bike infrastructure and balanced grey-green space made me an entirely new kind of communist on top of already being a communist.

I wonder if the Newsmax shit is responsible for some brainworms I saw last year. There’s this 85 year-old right-winger who cleans up fishing line in a park every day. One time I stopped to talk with her and she pointed out the bike lanes on the street next to us, the one I commute on every day to protect that park along with most of my coworkers. She absolutely hated them and was convinced that cyclists cause “4 mile (6.4km) long traffic jams”. Specifically 4 miles long, which is about the length of her entire city. That street was notorious for cars killing the birds she was helping, while my ebike doesn’t scare geese right next to me. The pollution from cars and road maintenance go directly into the lake she walks around daily, and she watches the birds drink up that water that isn’t safe to eat fish from. It always stuck around in my head as one of the weirdest things I’ve heard a reactionary say.

I love the Old West font mixed with the diner font. If there are two places I want to eat fish, it’s the desert and a sketchy inland diner next to an interstate. Serve it to me as far from the ocean as possible.

https://github.com/cfinke/EpsteIn

Here’s the Github project for it.