THE CRAWLING CHAOS NYARLATHOTEP IS UPON US!

Thank you!

With or without the Google services, I bought my first Pixel years ago and have never looked back.

My wife and I just bought my first home this week. The market is fucking brutal. You think you’re getting in early to view a new listing and there are ten other realtors’ cards already on the kitchen table. Made the highest offer? Fuck you. This guy out of Vancouver offered market price with zero conditions. House is old as hell and really should have had an inspection. OH WELL! SUCK A DICK! 🤷

We wound up getting exactly what we had been waiting for. House was on the market for 13 hours, we were the first to make an offer, sellers accepted almost immediately. Inspection went well. Detached home in a cozy little cul-de-sac. Lush back yard with a high, solid fence. Dude, I can’t fucking wait. I’ve been in a townhouse with a back 40 that looks like the dormatories of a Russian mining complex.

I remember seeing be was a guest on Rogan and thinking, “Oh, wow. I guess I’ll listen to Rogan again this one time to hear a Kennedy talking.”

Turns out it was right on fucking brand for Rogan.

Every time I read SLAMMED in an headline, my brain damage grows exponentially worse. I can’t keep taking these kind of blows…

Meanwhile, everyone will bitch about the absurdity of this and how shitty Musk and his followers are, then continue to use the platform daily as though it’s an essential service. Anyone who hasn’t jumped ship my now is either complacent or wholly supportive.

Hours away? Interesting measurement.

Just gonna drop this here, since Ross has blown up suddenly. It’s important this masterpiece never fall into obscurity.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6PNZBb6b9LvDWpI-5CPYUxG1Rnm-vr9V&si=dLKBo06GqI30I3QP

This reminds me of the time when I was like twelve and I decided at like 2pm that I really wanted some private time in my bedroom. Like, time was a-wastin’… Problem was, my bedroom door didn’t lock and my mother was home. Fortunately, mom was outside doing some yard work. Unfortunately, I was a fucking idiot and decided the best way to deter her from walking in on me would be to go find her in the yard and announce to her just how very incredibly tired I was, and how important it was that I take a nap right at this instant, and how it would be best that she not come into my room and disturb me from my slumber so that I may enjoy this important time of sanctuary.

Fortunately, mom didn’t walk in on me jerking off, but I remember her expression incredibly well.

It’s not quite as deep down the solving missions without bullets rabbit hole, but STALKER: Shadow of Chernobyl is ripe with disturbing mystery and conspiracy. It gets darker and weirder with each abandoned secret lab that you explore, and as you get closer to the center of the Exclusion Zone. I wish I could replay it again for the first time.

God damn, brother. I bet you thought that was a zinger.

I was a part of a Blursed AI group on Facebook that had been a lot of fun, but suddenly this week it first shifted to Taylor Swift porn, and then to alt-right MAGA shit very quickly. The comments on the Trump and MAGA related images were very on-board with it too. The change was so abrupt that I got the fuck out of there. Seemed orchestrated.

I miss the format of old forums. I wonder if they still exist?

Something about this sentence really makes me want to be a pirate. Like a lot.

The Bubblegloop Swamp music still pops up into my head every time I think of a frog or a swamp.

I have a few relatives who seem incapable of understanding that miraculously high-definition photos from the 1800s containing never-before-seen imagery of lumberjacks posing with 12ft. tall sasquatches could possibly be inauthentic. .

The stress was a bitch. I work full-time in a grocery store and had a wife and newborn isolated at home every day. Not only was I constantly exposed to the public, but every little symptom or perceived symptom (lot of psychological/false positive over two years) would get the anxiety brewing inside of me, fearing I would eventually bring it home and potentially lose one of them. Every wet cough out of that kid would keep me up at night. This got a little better as the pandemic went on, and I wouldn’t say I was in a constant state of paranoia, but fuck me if it wasn’t a slice of Mr. Bones’ Wild Ride.

You could argue my wife has it worse, though, being isolated at home with a baby for so long with little to do over the long Canadian winters. It definitely wasn’t how she imagined mat leave would be.

I’ve tried to install this multiple times but always manage to fuck it up somehow. I think the guides I’m following are outdated or pointing me to one or more incompatible files.

This reminds me of the anonymous confession thing that made it’s rounds on Facebook several years back. My cousin would post links to his every day with messages like, “Let’s see what you’ve got” or “Give me your worst” attached to it. I suspect he was desperately fishing for compliments, or hoping for anonymous love confessions from the girls he was flirting with, as he would also post scrambled love letters on his wall that he must have figured these girls had time to sit down and eagerly unscramble (ie; I VELO UYO YLSHAE RMOE NTHA HTE UNS VELOS TEH ONOM). I always made sure to anonymously let him know what a stupid, annoying fuck he was being.