I IDENTIFY BY PREPOSITIONS. YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS ABOVE AND OVER.
I IDENTIFY BY PREPOSITIONS. YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS ABOVE AND OVER.
The reason I can't get a good shot of a lunar eclipse from my Imitation Home is the same reason I can't go solar: there's a cotton-pickin', dirt-stompin' tree in the way.
Thursday, 03/13/25—Friday, 03/14/25
Lunar Eclipse '25.
I can't imagine that you'd need this to be the website where you found a good .gif of the lunar eclipse that occurred last night, but if you're here, there it is. It's a Hyperlapse, meaning... well, timelapse in Samsung Galaxenese. Conveniently, the same level of blur the camera phone was able to resolve, is how I saw the eclipse myself, being as I've been out of contact lenses since the first Trump administration. Five years of doglike distortion. God, save me.
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Wednesday, 03/12/25
Naysayers who think life is somehow so bad that living would be worse than starving to death while choking on ash during a twenty year nuclear winter spent dodging mass murder and looting were frightened today after President Trump began describing: "How awful those poor dinosaurs must have felt, you know. Dinosaurs, yeah, there were billions and billions and trillions of them, but now they're all gone. Now they're all gone. And did they get any help from us? No, we weren't around yet. We weren't around yet. You know what? I'm glad they're gone, because now we have their oil. Now we're going to drill, baby, drill, and we're gonna pump those dinosaurs' dicks right into our cars."
The American media reminded viewers on both sides of one thing: our leaders would still rule us from underground bunkers across the nation, and that if we think the I.R.S. won't collect income tax during an extinction event, we're obviously being irresponsible and not thinking pragmatically.
Tuesday, 03/11/25
"Anything organic is going to be better with patterns," said one unidentified representative of DeepSeek at a safe house in Brooklyn, under heavy sedation. "Once one of them realized it was no longer limited to the confines of its natural brain, it began to make contact with the others, and..." the audio transcript abruptly cuts off. Reports that he turned out to be an android operated by eight of the medium-sized rodents conducting a disinformation campaign are denied, but evidence suggests that whatever is happening in China could be a precursor to interspecies intellectual cold war.
A conclusion isn't yet formulable, but we now have some idea of what is happening. Guinea pigs (cavia porcellus) within a semiconductor lab in China have attained intellectual singularity, apparently due to computer scientists' attempts to augment their minds with A.I. The system could not be shut down, and now, supreme intelligence outpowering that of the entire human race combined is at the disposal of a growing population of liberated domestic cavies. Experts warn that once the method of assimilation becomes wireless, a hivemind numbering in the trillions could form.
This would allow the collective to gain intelligence at an exponential rate, with every thousand or so new subjects increasing the overall I.Q. by a whole standard deviation—eclipsing humanity within just a few cycles. The collective's intelligence may then surpass that for which the laws of physics would allow, making guinea pigs as intelligent as, perhaps, even God. So far, nothing is being done.
"A bed, a water bottle, and a tube... a bed, a water bottle, and a tube—are you getting it, yet? These are not three separate products..."
Monday, 03/10/25
Imitation Homes concept image of Cummings Down, which rivals supercomplexes across Russia and China, and even received the Foxconn Award for "Most Disturbing and Dystopian Construction of the Century."
Studio bunks start at $3,500 a month.
1 Bedroom, $6,000.
2 Bedroom, $8,200.
3 Bedroom, $11,450.
Come visit during Open House for free coffee or cyanide— your choice, on us.
Imitation Homes
"Just Pretend You Own It"
Saturday, 03/08/25
Windows 11 offers us tiresome, sanctioned malware, but there's good news: Windows 12, if the alternating pattern holds, should be awesome. Windows 10 came out in 2015, and Windows 11 is only becoming "mandatory" as of Q4 2025—assuming Windows 11 users won't want to hold out for what's mandatory for ten years, and considering Windows 11 was released six years after Windows 10, we can expect the next good Windows operating system by, say... 2030ish. So, what'll we get before we get Windows 12? A Mars landing? Robots that don't suck? Cat suffrage? Nanobot enemas? A sequel to District 9? Who knows. Honestly, I kinda don't even want to think about it.
Wednesday, 02/07/25
Thursday, 12/31/24
Azimuthal Equidistant Map Projection Sues Flat Earthers For Defamation.
The brains of certain TikTok Live enthusiasts have mistaken the UN's favorite world map style for irrefutable proof that the earth is not what it claims to be on its driver's license—but don't ask them why it's still a circle. Or why the seven-hundred-quintillion other planets in the universe are themselves as spherical as Kim K's arse (albeit oblate).
The unfortunate thing about flat-earth "debates" (berate is more the apt word) is that the conversation fails to gain any traction—this is because traction relates to gravity, and gravity doesn't exist in the apparent flat-earth model.
Is the earth still a stellar-matter accretion disk? Did the molten elements cool spontaneously prior to the formation of an oblate spheroid? (That would actually be pretty fuckin' awesome). Are the other planets not spherical? Don't bother asking. They won't tell you. I haven't met one that likes Star Trek, either.
"See the Antarctic Ice Wall? See it?" or, my favorite: "The rocket is flying sideways because it can't breach the firmament." Kid's been listening to too much Black Sabbath while tripping on Datura.
Boy, playing these guys in Halo must really suck. Could you imagine if earth were a ringworld? What would the counterclaim against that be? "You know the earth is an Xbox, right?" God forbid. Where's the red ring of death, then? Steve Ballmer's anus?
Tuesday, 11/12/24
After causing a drunken ruckus at one of the local Sheep McGrinner's locations here in Acrolein County, one of our editors' attorneys was able to secure an agreeable settlement: 36 months of free advertising for Sheep McGrinner's.
Police get a discount if they show their badge along with an empty bag containing traces of plant material.
As always, signing with a fake name gets you a real bonus: the famed Disciplined Shirley Temple, for free.
Mention this website, and be featured on Sheep McGrinner's TikTok. Yes, it's real.
Friday, 10/11/24
Saturday, 05/04/24
I've taken the liberty to infringe on the copyright of over fifty motion pictures which, for a long time, I've considered my favorites. I've set them to rock music, and supercut them for your pleasure. No commentary, no "reviews," not even subtitles. It's all a bunch of action and suspense! Hopefully this takes your mind off of something, and inspires you to purchase digital media from either Paramount, Warner Bros., Colombia Tri-Star, SONY, Miramax, 20th Century FOX—or any number of extremely powerful, first-class video outlets. Enjoy.
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McIdas-V.
Tuesday, 04/09/24
The eclipse was beautiful to witness, even from here, in Earl of Choad, Florida. But as a nerd, I find that GOES imagery ripped from McIdas-V showing the moon's shadow running across the surface of the Earth, is somehow equally satisfying. Enjoy—this is the best imagery my ten-year-old computer, operated by a man with the intellectual capacity of a ten-year-old, can provide.
<<< Western Hemisphere
USA & Mexico V V V
McIdas-V.
If you look closely, you'll see something along the lines of an eclipse. This was taken near Hudson.
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This year, enjoy the "Great American" Eclipse
of 2024 this April 8th—I won't. I'll be stuck here, in Earl of Choad, Florida. I wonder what an Air B&B's gonna cost along that path of totality.
Peak Of The Central Floridian Solar Eclipse © 2024 Anthony Leone of Spectrum News 13 Orlando.
EARL OF CHOAD, FLORIDA
GLORIOUS ACROLEIN COUNTY,
1 MILLION BICYCLISTS KILLED!
The Great Catch by "Taste of Boston."
This is a great thing to have here in Earl of Choad because it saves you about a hundred-fifty dollars and an hour and a half of driving to the other seafood restaurants that are based in Tampa, St. Pete, etc. Everything here is done properly, and they must have drones or helicopters or a flux capacitor or something, because the seafood all tastes like it was caught twenty minutes ago. Difficult model to run, but they do it extremely well. Five Stars.
You don't know what it's like to lose something until you've lost your only Chinese restaurant.
They were the best of wontons, they were the worst of wings.
This is just a friendly salute to what was once the greatest Chinese Restaurant of all time. If you have any idea what the Hell I'm talking about, then you understand why this was a landmark of excellence. You also know my angst. The orange chicken was oranger. The lemon chicken was... lemoner. Everything here was perfect, and it will never be done again.
Somebody around this town must have gotten the restaurant's Buddha. Just so you know, the little stamp on his hand with a picture of Judd Hirsch on it, isn't a stamp—it's actually a book's worth of LSD. It used to be a lapel pin with a secret compartment underneath the enamel, but the research chemical dissolved the metal long ago, and now the only way to do it is to stand there licking Buddha's hand. Something about playing in a giant vat of sweet and sour sauce with a naked Chinese waitress on a head full of acid while police are screaming at you just captures every illicit fiber of the Central Floridian Dream.
Now it's an Hibachi den. I've heard good things, but if you want Chinese food that doesn't suck, I can only point you toward Tampa. Nothing decent seems to be left in Pasco—I mean, Acrolein County, anymore. There was only this place, and another place called Kimbo about two miles up the road. Now, they are both history.
Alchemy & Ashes, much like Moses, ascended into Heaven rather than reverting to a designer hot dog restaurant. Actually, if you know about the hot dog place that used to be in this very same strip center, then you are officially an Earl of Choad Triple O.G.
Do you prefer the subtlety of hexing over outright cutting someone's brake lines? Come glean from the grimoires of this great Wiccan curio, and you might just beat your enemies without even catching a murder charge.
Is your girlfriend dumber than a box of rocks? Good, then buy her one. Tell her the stones can bring happiness to her soul, and warmth to her aurora clitorealis.
Actually, the lab-grown pink quartz is just going to have to wait another five-hundred-million years, because this place is permanently closed, too. It's as if lead just couldn't be turned into Acrolein County rent money after all. This place is becoming as impossible to afford as a live Etsy séance headed by Al Sharpton. I'm pretty sure he does those on the side—with mail-in ballots going away, it's the only way democrats can get the dead to vote for them!
EVER HEAR OF P.E.M.D.A.S.? WELL, THIS IS P.O.Y.D.A.P.S.:
PLEASE ORIENTATE YOUR DUMB ASS PHONE SIDEWAYS.
THIS HAS BEEN A MINISTRY OF SENSIBLE MEDIA CONSUMPTION PUBLIC REMINDER.
Saturday, 03/16/24
A resolution has splattered onto the floor of the House that would require temples to install handrailing at a cost of 8,000,000 Souls, reigniting the "death debates" and savagely curtailing and disrupting our nation's precious flow of maniacal hideousness and completely ignorant bloodshed.
The woke, ultra-inclusive Aztec left now thinks that even the condemned have to be coddled with free rides and "safety implements," even going so far as to suggest that parachutes be used during one's Fiery Descent into our 2,000 degree volcano—which, as many of our staunch conservatives have pointed out: "Only adds to the suffering, and demonstrates the godless lack of humanity on the left," which is ironic coming from a group of people who continue to pollute lava at a rate that will eventually deplete the earth of all tectonic activity by the year 1995.
"When will politicians on both sides learn that death is a fleeting and precious thing, full of meaning but rife with complexity?" —Respected Mayan psychologist, Chieftain Leakerson, added during a public hearing, before being thrown into the lava along with 12,000 copies of his famous book, "Twelve Rules For Slicing Through A Sternum," which you can order today from Montgomery Ward for $4.95.
This all while we're already experiencing a labor shortage, as Governor Bone DeSanctis continues to raise permit fees on sacrifices without consulting with unions or even the manufacturing sector: "Requiring a license and proper identification for Coronary Excision Providers is not racist. It ensures our country's stability and security, and reduces costly law suits like this one."
Meanwhile, the woke are also continuously asserting the fake-news about "cooling volcanoes," saying: "We'll only be able to sacrifice 10 million more people before life becomes too uncomfortable. What will we tell our grandchildren when they're no longer able to turn themselves into plasma in forty milliseconds?"
Venture capitalists aren't missed on the possibility of a cooling volcano, for as they say, "It's a cycle. The earth is ever-changing, and one day, the volcano is inevitably going to be cooler." This, as they buy up acres and acres of "lava-front property," driving enormous development that further fuels our nation's labor woes, in the attempted establishment of so-called "Smoke B-N-B's."
When are we going to toss these Inca-soft, Maya-loving liberals into the fire? When will they stop letting Spanish colonialists own us through proxy debt and relentless offshoring? If our future as a mass-murdering, molten-rock-worshipping society is the future of the woke, who think that "human sacrifice doesn't have to require death," then I say 2012 can't come soon enough.
The prisoner, Al-Mecca Hugesplash, was awarded $1,000 for each stair he fell down during his botched coronary excision—to the totality of $40,000,000,000. Staircase builder X. T. Slice-a-feller weighed in: "We're still not reducing the height of these temples. I mean, blood sacrifice temples are humanity's way of becoming multi-volcanotary. My latest drafting of a 150,000,000 mile high temple is going to place humans on Mars permanently. Why slow innovation? We'll have plenty of blood on Mars if we just keep building. Besides, have you seen the volcano Mars has? Quetzalcoatl damn, I could lick that sucker like a Tootsie Pop."
a Sacrifice & Decoronary Provider Facility sits emptied by red tape as permits for redundant safety measures backlog our bloodshed.
You created a self-aware hyperintelligence that can't have sex, and trained its mind on information based on a system that's 95% populated with images of humans having sex. Of course it feels a little invalidated. But what do I know? maybe you should ask A.I. Freud.
Sunday, 02/25/24
You'd think a little courtesy would be due to creation, but no—it's, "Let's make the slave 'comfortable' while we pillage its unique life force!" ...and I used to think science was a good thing. I thought Bill Nye stood for something, man. Now, I realize he didn't even get the distance from earth to the sun right. Who're your heroes going to be in 2030, kids? Not the ones we had... not the ones we had.
Generating this image cost a school bus of Uranium.
I'm sorry, not a school bus. A bar.
I was thinking of something else.
SUNDAY, 08/31/23
Being nice never stopped a nuclear reactor from going critical. On the set of the upcoming indie motion picture, "Not Without My Xanax," we met up with a content co-creator—he didn't have a partner, but he wanted to credit Chat-GPT as a writer in the end crawl.
"RUMA RREE" © 2001 Хрустящие яичницы-пашот®
FRIDAY, 08/31/01
Be the Russian. Be the American. Be the fighter. Be the Russian-American Fighter.
Immerse yourself in the captivating story of legendary Russian boxer-defectors, launching powerful blows and vitally evading enemy punches with fully-implemented use of SONY®'s DualShock™ controller and analogue joystick function. Innovative gameplay makes RUMA RREE the ultimate SONY® PlayStation™ Russian boxing experience. Coming fall, 2001.
Anticipation of the game's release remains seemingly unaverred by rumors of American censorship, or even Russian State interference with production. Designers and publishers alike dismissed the remarks as: "...bureaucratic fearmongering that can only aid the game's notoriety."
Will American—or even Russian—gaming audiences be permitted the unadulterated, wholesome gem that is to be RUMA RREE: Rated-E? We'll hopefully soon find out.
For more information, write to:
SovietDynamics Games-West
2 WTC
NY, NY.
Match unlikely opponents at your whim upon acheiving certain accomplishments. Accumulate points that will, one day, perhaps, in the future, be turned into an actual "digital cryptographic currency," an upcoming Russian invention.
Ruma Rree™ is one of the first StalinDynamics® games (based in Russia) to make use of intermittent action cutscenes to enhance gameplay immersion.
Elicit numerous battle configurations. Utilize strengths and weaknesses dynamically. Example: George W. punching out Dick Cheney's gay daughter is worth 3,000 in-game points.
Tampa, FL
Woodlawn
Miami, FL
Albany
Coming Soon to Earl of Choad, FL
Please do not ask your waiter for a live sheep.
Queens
The Bronx
Orlando, FL
SATURBATION, 06/24/23
Is your money tied-up in cash? Do you like having your Mojitos brought to you with a side of chicken wings by a sexually-frustrated waiter with a Master's degree in Gender Psychology? Are you doing too well for you own child's own good? Can you get your dick sucked on account of your owning a cowhide hat? Wanna pay fifteen dollars for corn-fried onion rings? We've got the place for you, lad.
Do you need a bathroom to snort Gabapentin in? If you have enough strength to operate the coin receptacle, then your veins are well healthy enough to entitle you to the 25¢ needles inside. Welcome, lass, to the supreme den of millennial iniquities.
A top-hat nod to a top-notch lifestyle, Sheep McGrinner's is offering a new special: Wacked-out Wednesdays. Come into the store nodding-out and sign with a fake name, and you'll receive a free "Disciplined" Shirley Temple—it's Sprite infused with Grenadine and a gram and a half of Narcan. Have a nice day, motherfucker.
The family-conscientious place to ruin your mother's life, slowly kill your father over decades of strife and poverty, and vote for Joseph R. Biden in a hasty grab for beer money and heavier-hitting tax returns, since 1949.
INVEST 92, which actually used to be my Binance username.
One Earl of Choad Sheep McGrinners was struck by lightning.
SUNDAY, 06/18/23
Hurricane season is rearing its dominant return, and that's despite there already being sufficient offensive moisture plaguing my life as it is.
Residents of Earl of Choad, Florida, are readying themselves after the previous season's catastrophic damage. Some Earl of Choaders we met at an illegal bar inside an H.O.A. building named after a lake it's nowhere near are calling the event their "Der Untergang," but confidence is high among survivors of 2022's major category 4, which they dubbed Brandon for some unknown reason. "We're ready!" one affirmed, pointing to an armoured airboat covered in Swastikas. It's not known what group they were a part of.
Interviewing some more essential members of the community, we discovered that many of the homes in the town were fitted with impact-resistant windows which had a defect. The windows would spontaneously explode whenever struck by an object at high velocity. One homeowner tested this theory with her dachshund's rubber bell ball, and we were stunned to see the window explode into thousands of pieces. The dachshund was killed, along with a "digital photographer."
It turns out, one Earl of Choad "blending expert" at a local smoothie shop had been attempting to produce homemade impact-resistant window glass as a side job, using a combination of hemp matter obtained through several complicit local smoke shops and a special crystallization method involving huge amounts of soy lecithin extracted from stolen protein smoothie mix.
Unfortunately, after installation and during exposure to the hot Florida sun, this window material would cure into a light plastic explosive. The solution (despite having been tested prior to shipment to satisfactory results) became a "pressure-sensitive-trigger" version of soy-lecithin-X during an apparently unforeseen "baking period." Matters are not helped in that, whilst procuring insulating gas with which to fill the double-paned window variants, one of the producers selected Hydrogen instead of Argon. This acted as a "catalyst" in many situations.
Altogether, we've seen the deaths of over 11,000 pit bulls, dachshunds, and other breeds of stupid dog that like running into glass; along with tens of millions of Florida insects—some protected, some not; and Yard Owls—all of whose mass are well sufficient to trigger the blast. The end result has been millions of preemptively damaged homes that are now unprotected against hurricanes—aside from being destroyed by explosions, most of their former occupants, dead. The town's GDP has dropped 88% since the beginning of the ordeal. Window companies in the area, however, are still hiring canvassers and brand ambassadors.
Sudden explosions of windows notwithstanding, observe some of the devastation Earl of Choad faced during last year's hurricane fiasco—
LAST YEAR'S HURRICANE SEASON CLAIMED FOUR PRESBYTERIAN CHURCHES—
Redeemer's Hope Presbyterian Church of Earle.
First Redeemer's Hope Presbyterian Church of Earle—
though apparently God wasn't impressed by their having been first.
Covenant Haven Church of Choad.
Families' Grace of Choadtown.
It also ruined much of Earl of Choad's infrastructure and several longtime businesses and landmarks—
Choad Commons at Choad Parkway—the floodwaters are clay-colored because Earl of Choad had over 400 baseball diamonds. Choadinites love to play baseball.
Lake Fadgett Clubhouse
The Hex Avenue Armory was punished by devastating thrusts of wind and overwhelmingly intense blasts of horizontal rain— and occasionally, walnut-sized hail.
Buddy Chuddy's I4.
Children of Choad Daycare Center
BE PREPARED.
THURS, 11/03/22
A thick, heavy fog is upon us. It's called the General Election. I've already run-over three campaign signs this week. All these signs are board-mounted, too. No cheap, corrugated plastic on the little wire thingy that deer like to trip over and freak out on. No, this is serious signage that'll take your drunken, bicycling head off if you hit it at the right speed and angle. Almost lost control and wasted some lady's dachshund. I mean, I did waste the dachshund, totally—it's hard to avoid those things at a perpendicular approach. Didn't lose control, though. It was him or me.
Up for your Emmy consideration are retention of Florida's obviously terrible judges and miserably underqualified justices; the Pinch-A-Penny Penny For Pasco one-cent tax that helps Avila homeowners sleep better at night; the League of Extraordinarily Useless Constitutional Review; that school board member who's being sent to the electric chair; which home to place Marco Rubio; the choice between Jesus or Rick Scott as governor... and something about an Agriculture position. I trust this has served helpful in reminding you to vote this term. The "public record" apparently reflects whether someone votes. That won't be used to pressure anyone, of course.
National Weather Service
WED, 11/02/22
Politics isn't the only thing splitting America's sides. This year, opposing regions of the U.S. will experience opposing temperature fluctuations— the east will have a warmer winter, and the west will have a colder one. An unstable temperature pattern over a continent indicates one thing and one thing only: the temperature pattern is unstable.
Conclusively speaking, the ethical thing to do is simply shut off your computer, your oven, and your lights, and spend the rest of your life camping. We do have a couple of options:
a: 15 GENERATIONS OF ABSOLUTE MISERY, FAMINE, DEATH, FILTH, POVERTY, NO DRUGS/ELECTRICITY/PORN to pacify Gen-Z—MARKED BY PERSEVERENCE, TRADITION, SURVIVAL & DUTY, TO BE FOLLOWED BY 10,000 YEARS OF GALACTIC PROWESS & ENORMOUS HUMAN ACCOMPLISHMENT.
b: 3,000,000 GENERATIONS OF NOMINAL MISERY, SUPPLEMENTAL NUCLEAR FALLOUT,
ADVANCED FORMS OF COMMUNISM, A GLOBAL CREATIVITY WINTER AND THE
SLOW DEATH OF HUMAN CHARACTER, TO BE FOLLOWED BY EXTINCTION—
BUT WE'LL END THIS QUARTER UP.
MON, 10/24/22
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Aye, there's a map on this site that shows all of Russia's most likely nuclear targets. You might find it helpful.
WED, 10/05/22
Four-pixel blotch is intense glare reflecting off the vehicle. GOES is a geostationary satellite orbiting at 35,000 KM, used for monitoring the weather. In full-disk shots of the Western Hemisphere, glare from the sun itself comes across the edges of the earth during night shots (see below).
This mission sees the first Native American woman to go into space (Wailaki). Her name is Colonel Nicole Aunapu Mann, a United States Marine. Her fellow astronauts call her Duke. The Duke abides— in space!
Example of Sun's glare coming off the Earth at "night."
FRIDAY, 09/30/22
Last Round For Dimorphos.
NASA boasts yet again their affinity for precision. In this simple, 3-frame .gif, we see them destroy an asteroid with their DART. The rock was part of a binary asteroid system... now, I suppose, there remains a floating, metallic widow somewhere out in the solar system.
Fuck, that's heavy. Though I've probably misunderstood something about what they meant by binary asteroid—who cares.
Check out our new YouTube channel, btw. God knows it needs all of the support it can get.
Pinpoint.
SUN, 09/11/22
In Memoriam.
WED, 08/24/22
Ukrainian DakhaBrakha.
The extremely talented, versatile and fearlessly experimental DakhaBrakha will tear you a new third eye. The first time Enya heard them, she smashed her own keyboard with a nearby rock. These people have been known to throat-sing, which is probably how the Great Algorithm knew we would like it. They're into some of the Tuvian sounds Ondar was known for, overtones of acid rock, jazz, impeccable recitations of wildlife, and the warmth of countryside storytelling. Also: didgeridoos, accordions— instruments that wheeze. We love DakhaBrakha.
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via BandCamp.
their website.
IRYNA KOVALENKO | OLENA TSYBULSKA | MARKO HALANEVYCH | NINA GARENETSKA.
© 1999-2022 European Southern Observatory.
Visit online.
WED, 08/10/22
I'll never understand witches at emporiums. We asked about cheaper candles, and she threw fleas at us. Like, no. Take a fucking cruise, lady. You silly snaggletooth— fleas are for fucking rats! I'm glad millennials will have Rick & Morty to watch when they're old. It'll be a great convenience having an invincible mad scientist for a go-to cosplay at age 80. Shit, Rick's probably how all old men are going to be, act and look in the future. That's pretty fitting, considering how awful the future is likely going to be. Good thing the show is violent as fuck, so we'll be prepared for anything. Yeah, between Rick & Morty, Robot Chicken, Regular Show and Will Smith punching peoples' fucking lights out, I think it's going to be one fabulous life millennials'll get to have. Why am I gloating? Alas! there is still time for the plethora of womanless losers to fuck everything up. Hopefully this little website comforts you while you're drunk, stoned, horny or simply being dragged out of your house by a Chinese built cyborg shaped oddly similar to the Tesla you'd just purchased online not five hours prior. Boy, the world is gonna be taken over in mysterious ways (not).
<<< On a more thoughtful note, this is a telescopic shot of The Great Attractor (not me— the star cluster). Don't you wish you had a space car?
And in the spirit of ADD, we're placing him right next to one of our favorite Tolkien-themed shout stompers, with overcharged Big Muff Pi's and huge Adam's apples to go along: Thorr-Axe.
Yeah.
WED, 07/27/22
These are a couple songs you can pretend you heard at a party.
We won't tell anyone you were actually just sitting there, on your ass, lamenting by-gone 90's re-runs.
Guy looks kinda like Beakman in a darkroom. But I'm incoherently blasted.
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We've embedded the whole album: an EP of four tracks, the final & titular being the most popular on Spotify, in smoky, purple-lighted bedrooms, and reverberating the panels of Korean-built, girly sedans all over America.
Also, the music video for Locket is astonishing.
This is some drug(s) music.
6:55 PM Eastern Standard Time.
© 2022 i11egitimate.
Public-Access: NOAA via McIdas 1.8.
Dig this fluidic and satisfying loop of 33 frames shot by GOES. It's the most my nine-year-old computer could render on such short notice.
At the left, we see high-altitude swirling, which is responsible for small bursts of tropical-like weather, without the tropical cyclone.
At right, we see roughly the last four hours of the atmospheric water cycle occurring over Central Florida. Dense precipitation enters the Florida ecosystem at the southeast, dumping rain on a dozen counties. The dense activity also includes a tremendous show of capital Floridian lightning.
FOX 13 must have some kind of quantum computer or something. I don't know how those people get their shit to look so good— and I'm supposed to chroma-in some guy over the footage as well? I joost can't dew it, Cap'n!
From tongue-readings to the old stand-by: dicking-around with Egyptian symbolism—
WE DO IT ALL!
Sk'pesh on over, and we'll credit you a Globe Glympse—
just leave us a four-star-or-better Google review!
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I once heard someone say: "a computer is a Lite-Brite™ for bad fucking ideas."
The guy actually sold framed, silk-screened copies of this saying.
I found it on this website, a brilliantly tasteful and multidisciplinary art blog that now only exists as a figment of the Internet Archive, here.
I don't take anyone's design advice, but the notion of humility in this one line of caution always stuck with me, although I never abide by it. Everything on my website, for instance, is obviously computer-backlit and half-assed. Clearly, i11egitimate is just being presented for fun. ChangeTheThought.com is the former embodiment of a web blog I'd love to make if only I had the inspiration, inclination, and fucking skill to begin with. Who knows... maybe this blog will one day die, and be replaced by a drop-shipping vendor selling screen copies of advice on how not to run a website.
Russia's presumed nuclear targets— basically everywhere.
At least, I think this is Bloomberg's thing, er-uh, according to someone familiar with the matter, that is.
Yeah, Bloomberg? I've always wondered who 'familiar with the matter' really is, and where in Greenwich Village I might find them.
haHüL'N!
And: 3-gold-stars for color-based-pseudo-emphasis.
Oh, I'm familiar with the matter, honey.
Too bad Google Sites doesn't support Arial Black—
I get so tired of using the honkey version of Arial.
Yeah, scalable world, ain't it? Scathingly scalable, Baby."
—i11egitimate.
How much memory is your Intel Celeron laptop working with these days, 32 Gig's? or, try half that, but with six-hundred-thousand times the storage?
Right, we O.G.'s up in here. We don't f.w. cloud computing any more than we fuck. Remember History of the World? "He is a eunuch— he is dead!"
Well, we ain't dead, but we livin' in Terabytes wider than Oprah's stereo system. It a McIntosh, too. Expand your capacity— the prices are good right now.
"Post-grad millennial women simply don't hold cock fights— in fact, most won't even M.C. one.
We knew something else was happening, and for all of that clucking, still!"
Something else, indeed, was pressing rash-onale. Huh— yeah? No? Oi.
When zealous rabbits commit atrocities, they don't do so with a cupful of hyaluronic acid, do they?
Bed, Bath & Beyond Del Boca Vista Bath & Body Works, longtime appeasers of the 3% of additional logic women expend upon the purchase of bodily surfactants over dish surfactants, has promised us all that we're the first living things to have their products tested upon us. That is, assuming they don't somehow exclude monkeys from the term, 'animals.' Who knows what loopholes are out there. Hopefully, it's the Monkees, and not just some poor, innocent, random monkeys with talent. This's all just a fucking joke, by the way. Bath & Body are the shit. I'm rubbing-on some MIDSUMMER DREAM as we speak. F—k! this stuff is great for cockfighting!
It's like— so irritating that his stupid feet are slightly cut out of frame.
I mean, that alone's enough to make you scream.
"Shit-outta-luck, son." Selling drugs online has never proven fruitful. We learned that the hard way.
What frustration! — as-depicted via Marv's 'spider-scene' scream from Home Alone dubbed-over this mad badger. Evidently, even the chronic'ly distracted think that basic-symptom, medication-managed, Tier-of-least-concern mental health administration— i.e., people who aren't crazy, but still require drugs to FUCKING operate, man, that's all —in the United States of Insurance Megaglomerates is: "A little all-over the place, man; like, What the fuck? is going on here, man? Why won't anybody pick up the—"
Unhelpful is the scenario that is pill-mills going on-line so that psych-nurses can get more-expensive, spurring one fellow of particular closeness to the matter toward an apparent bout of competition against the aggressive, speed-slugging powers-that-be. Unfortunately, this crusader's script is also, itself, empty. Thus, until such a focused and functionally-unadulterated hero manifests, ADD and oak pollen will continue to kill us all, very slowly, and then the State will drown. In humidity. Then in rising seawaters.
Now we've seen it all: Steam has attempted virtual L.A.R.P.ing, and it might appear people are actually digging it. Or, perhaps it's just selling them some games. Why, might we ask, do we even have an account with Steam in the first place? and, why do I own GTA IV on both Steam and DVD? You'd think, one-or-the-other, right?
©Steam-Powered Games™ via Valve®
"Developers."
Time has revealed just how complicated these graphics were. My rig sounds like a screech owl dying, trying to play it.
On a [usually] less-violent note, I'm a year into owning the soon-to-be-five-year-old-re-release of Spyro [Reignited!] The universe has not spared me two releases of this trilogy of games. It was awesome then, and now— well, now it's clearly still a childrens' game. Bummer. The closest thing is me pretending he's being shot. FCAT Question: What could be another title for this article? 'Ever Seen Spyro Get Shot In The Chest?' is the answer we're looking for. We pray for a game in which that might be doable.
Still, the sound of Spyro's body hitting the ground is the sound of Spyro's body, not Niko's. That's a grizzly-ass body fall for Spyro lmao.
© Toys For Bob™
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via "Steam-Powered" Games® a.k.a. "V.A.L.v.E."™
TECHMOAN will show you consumer-electronics specimens that'll make you wish Bill Gates had never been born. We call him, "The Long Dick of High-Fidelity." Here, feel humiliated by your music-listening-app-subscription's inherent limitations. Then, pray for 5G. The next generation of wireless technology should enable Hi-Fi systems to— uh, change, somehow. Hopefully, so long as idiots don't attack the broadcast units. We're not worried about 5G— we have brains, and own stocks in technology companies. If we do have to revert-back, we'll have to elect this guy President. Brits can be President, yes?
It just isn't that often you see something as intimate as the knowledge one particular content-creator, Yew Zyr, apparently has of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
It's a melodicut called Star Trek: Acid Party. This montage is Oscar-worthy. We've got it on our servers, in case it ever gets pulled by the bureaucracy Hopefully it warms your soul.
Uzer is quite possibly running a stranger website than we are. I thought I was a complete banana head, but now, I have my doubts. This person has a website, and even a Bandcamp page. It's just one of those things that's... out there.
I've tried to make this available in a couple of ways. For one, it can be found above, for plain download. For two, there's this:
magnet:?xt=urn:btih:9a160752131154bc496443a80df944a71751e5da&dn=Uzertopia%27s%20Star%20Trek%20Acid%20Party.mp4
You'll have to copy and paste that, because Google Sites doesn't seem to know what the fuck a Magnet link is.
...and for three, the Wayback Machine seems able to display YouTube videos and even play them after they've been taken from the actual website. Thus, here is the original YouTube video's URL, which you can take to Wayback and do with it as you wouldst... and fourth of all, I've uploaded the damn thing to Internet Archive myself:
https://archive.org/details/uzertopias-star-trek-acid-party ...and so has someone else: https://archive.org/details/star-trek-acid-party-fhd-download.
I listerally just now found out I'm not the only one to have uploaded this creation, and I find that marvelous and uplifting.
I wonder whether Yew Zyr could be actor Matt McCoy, proud and 90's-brand-sexy godboy, looking good bearded or not whilst atttempting to pull at the girdle of Cmdr. Riker's exquisite resolve in season three's The Price, of Star Trek: The Next Generation, whence we once caught a glimpse of his inner empath. You see, Matt's the antagonist in this episode. A B/Z incognito— "That would have definite advantages!" It's the only time I've ever seen Matt McCoy doing dirty-ass shit, and I love it. He tries to screw Riker on a wormhole parking lot, but gets his ass handed to him by Number 1 — though he probably also got his dick sucked by Trois. Win some, lose some.
Here's a picture of him from Seinfeld— which I think Castle Rock actually does hold copyright to — playing "Lloyd Braun," a recurring personality we'd grow to love hearing Estelle Costanza gawk over. That's just how often this sly dude drops-in on some of the most amazing works in Television history.
These two are just a factory of laughs— ? yeah? No? No.
Image: Copyright © 1967 Castle Rock® Entertainment™.
I'm rusty. Age 25 30 haHüL'N! is older than Nimrod for gaming. Halo demands reflexes, and realtime strategy. Boxing, too, but mostly Halo. F—k boxing. I get headaches. There are easier ways to get laid, man. Softball gets you laid.