Day: November 21, 2017
Ridiculously disproportionate annoyance of the day: One small cat scratch right across a scar, which has decided to itch like mad in a trying to get infected kind of way š¬
Just reminded of that time my mom stuck the turkey out on the porch on a fairly warm Christmas morning, hoping to get it thawed the rest of the way in time. Plus out of the way in the busy kitchen. Figured a couple of hours at under room temperature wouldn’t be a problem.
No idea if anyone got food poisoning from that, though, because it wasn’t there when she sent me to bring it back in š
99% sure it was a human that made off with it, too. It was a big wrapped up half-frozen turkey, and it would have taken one hell of a dog to carry that thing away with no trace. The only other thing that ever got stolen from outside there was when some shitty kids took the lawnmower until their mother saw it and made them bring it back, but somebody must have really been desperate for a turkey that year!
Good thing we had a ham too, or that could have been one creative holiday dinner with family coming over. Had to laugh more than anything else, it was just so unexpected.
dear millennials
iām 45 years old and i can assure you confidently that back in āmy dayā we did NOT all chat merrily with our seatmates on the bus
people on public transport were as tired and/or obnoxious back then as they are today, and i WISH i couldāve been texting my friends on the way to work in 1990, and i woulda if i coulda
instead we listened to non-rechargable battery powered walkmans and read the newspaper and pretended we didnāt notice the guy next to us leaning in all night train burps and tobacco teeth to ask for a dollar
and unlike you, we didnāt have a way to call the cops if he followed us off the bus
what iām saying is the mobile phone is a beautiful thing and people who whine about you using it in public are just losers who want attention
godspeed
āThe children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.ā
-Kenneth John Freeman, 1907, summarizing views found in multiple ancient Greek and Roman writers
*maximum Daily Mail siren explodes*
Roy Daniels yearns for the glory days when we sexually harassed the Germans into submissionĀ
We defeated the second and third Reich by screaming racial slurs on xbox
When it hit above 43 degrees celsius in Sydney, weird things started happening. And by weird, I mean that bats. Just. Die. They canāt regulate their heat anymore. They just fall down and die. Loads of them. Birds stop singing, because itās too hot to sing. The world just goes quiet.And thereās me, standing there, thinking: well, more people need to know about this. Thereās the abstract effect of climate change, but thereās that back of the neck chill, that absolute atavistic *fear* that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong when *the birds donāt sing anymore*.Thatās what climate change is. Yes, yes, sea levels rising, increased instability due to food security and everything else.But itās going to get too hot for the birds to sing.That should scare the fuck out of you.
Never forget.
Motherfuckers owe trillions reparations.
India was called the Golden Bird before they came in and took everything we had.
Also āIndiaā never existed as a thing before the British came. This is something people love to gloss over.
Prior to the British invasion South Asia was comprised of separate nation-states. We Sikhs had our own homeland under Maharaja Ranjit Singh. The British destroyed it, and the Hindu nationalism of India and the Muslim nationalism of Pakistan erased our history.
If the British owe reparations, India and Pakistan do too to the Sikh people.
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