How are we supposed to find hidden and buried WMDs in Iraq if, wherever one digs there, we just keep finding mass graves?
— Nelson Ascher answers the WMD critics
Amazon Quantum Shipping
I’ve had this happen several times recently. Hopefully it won’t affect any of my holiday shopping…
Cheesecake: oldschool
The number one lesson I learned from browsing the oldschool tag was that, even with an exclusion list that weeded out the really raw stuff, most fan artists have very intimate memories of their childhood favorites. Especially Nausicaa.
No red half-rims here, because apparently they hadn’t been invented yet!
Dear California,
Care to guess how soon you’ll see stories like this showing up after the significant increase in tobacco taxes that just passed? This is, of course, in addition to the Internet sales and interstate smuggling that’s already going on, and the pipe/cigar shops going out of business because of the estimated 40% price increase. No one knows what will happen to vape retailers, because even the people who wrote the law still don’t know what it means.
Note that in the linked story, the headline calls the cigarettes “fake”, when what they really mean is “untaxed”.
Dear Hello!Project Choreographers,
Nice to see you’re teaching the girls skills that will come in handy when their idol careers end.
Cheesecake: monster girl
There are two basic problems with the monster_girl category at Gelbooru: lolis and Everyday Life With Monster Girls. Both are a bit overexposed. Lots of mermaids, too, of course, but as long as it’s not the same one every time, that’s fine.
Because when I think 'vitamins'...
…of course I think Krispy Kreme.
I got nuthin’
I took Thanksgiving week off (in the sense of only working 2-3 hours/day fixing servers from home…) and did some major housecleaning, in preparation for my sister’s arrival next week. Got the gas fireplace fixed, got the severely-cracked window replaced (er, “ordered”; they’re not actually installing it until Monday), had a maid service scrub all the rooms that weren’t crammed full of the stuff I’d cleaned out of the others (coughcough), fired up the cnc mill and made pretty sawdust, sorted through shelves and boxes and pitched a bunch of junk, flattened a carload of cardboard, bought new throw pillows, and even made a dent in one of the mystery closets (“so that’s where the 7.62x39 ammo went!”).
Being home so many days in a row has revealed that one of the neighborhood cats spends his mornings sunning on my front porch. For a while he was lounging in the big pots of bamboo, but then I added them to the drip system, so now he sticks to the padded chairs.
Since that’s all boring and mundane, here’s a picture of a pretty girl with large breasts and a warning label:
