Nice pair of jeans, though…

Average TikTokers be like, “Kud dis be a reel Navajo skinwalker?”

I’m loosely pagan on a spiritual level and I vibe a lot with druidism and many of the things that witches do, but as much as I enjoy the culture, I never fail to cringe over the collective hubris of self-proclaimed witches. It’s always the edgiest 30-45 year old women who wear House of 1000 Corpses t-shirts and extreme amounts of eye shadow, who post “Proud Bitch” memes on social media and exude an undeserved air of confidence because they believe so deeply their spells are real.

While I admit that Wicca is quite beautiful and largely misunderstood, the things most witches/hexers are practicing only date back a few decades. They’re not speaking the ancient magicks or communing with old gods. I can’t speak much on the divine feminine because I’m not informed enough on that subject, but for the other half of their belief system they have taken the rather ambiguous depiction of Cernunnos and turned him into a sexy, big-dicked goat man, and have fabricated their own lore to explain the workings of something that is in reality unfathomably old and lost to man, with no surviving origin story and little to no oral tradition.

We can certainly make some educated guesses, but the bulk of that information died with the druids.

Was Ernest okay?

I can’t see the meme for some reason, but on the subject of ICE raids. I no longer live in the States, but have a friend back home who was sort of illegal until maybe ten or so years back. I don’t recall all the details, but his parents were illegal, and while he was born here, he wasn’t yet registered or something fucky like that. He did attend public schools, so I don’t know what the implication is there. His legality is supposed to be all sorted out now.

Anyway. Biggest sweetheart on the planet. Very shy, but all smiles. Now he has a wife (also Mexican) and three kids, and appears to be living a happy life, but I’m nervously waiting for the day they just stop posting. Sometimes I want to reach out privately and ask him if they’re safe and have a good community, but I worry Facebook will just funnel that conversation to ICE and throw him and his children into Guantanemo Bay.

What a fucked up reality we’re seeing here.

waking up suddenly at 3:30am in December of 2290

“…why he do it?”

It’s available in Canada, but I’m not sure about the UK. The large Italian sausages come in mild or spicy. We’re not particularly big fans of the spicy variety, but mild is excellent. Not sure how they managed to simulate the somewhat dry and chunky inside of a pork sausage so well. There are also Beyond Breakfast Sausages, but I haven’t tried them yet.

Couldn’t agree with you more! I absolutely love Beyond Meat products. My wife is a life-long vegetarian, and she’s the reason I consume 90% less meat than I used to. It’s equal parts idealogy and convenience. It got really annoying having to constantly cook up my own seperate portions for dinner. I kind of liked her veggie alternatives, albeit lacking in previous years, but then Beyond Meat dropped and completely changed the game. Now I prefer Beyond Beef over real beef. It’s cleaner, it tastes better, doesn’t have to be seasoned, and I’m not taking something’s life from it because I wanted to taste it in my mouth.

Beyond Sausage has also been perfected recently, and I eat a lot of those. I find the newest formula to be indistinguishable from real Italian sausages. And as a bonus, I manage at a grocery store, so I can order in those Gardein Supreme Chick’n fillets/nuggets, or the Gardein Seven-Grain Tenders and purchase them at cost. Saves us a fortune.

Any other suggestions? Plenty of room in my freezer!

I just spent ten minutes trying to figure out what the cutest breed of cow is, and just wound up feeling awful about the already miniscule amount of beef I still consume. Thinking it’s time to call it quits entirely.

We never quite got a good look at the monster in the trailer for Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein, but seeing this afterward has me feeling pretty satisfied

I posted beneath the wrong comment, but Lemmy isn’t forgiving enough to let me remove it outright. So since I hate grifters too, I’ll just say RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!

Look up yonder, it’s old McPhee, he’s having a few, he can hardly see… Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties!

I abused it a few times as a teenager, and it was really shitty every time. Someone told me that you can see the air by abusing Welbutrin as well, so naturally I tried that too. You can absolutely see the air, but it also makes you feel like you have a brain tumor.

Ernie is the coziest of bottoms.

Steve Boots has some good videos discussing the whole ordeal. Highly recommend him to fellow left-leaning Canadians. He’s a former teacher and has managed to teach me far more than I ever hoped to learn on my own.

https://youtu.be/RlO3uL10yKY

Thank you! Genuinely, that means a lot to hear. I’ve never heard anyone compliment my prose, but it’s something I value a lot in other literature, and have a hard time getting into novels that are lacking it.

I’ve been wanting/trying to write a fiction book for years, but I have a horrible habit of knocking out a few pages and then getting into my own head and picking apart my work. I’ll end up reworking it sentence by sentence until I hate whatever’s left. Your nice comment makes me want to try again. All the best to you!

My kid is the only one in the cul-de-sac with Minecraft. We have quite the popular couch this month.

While I no longer have the responsibility of collecting carts, I still work in the grocery industry and I appreciate your courtesy. I’ll never forget the agony of rounding up and pushing dozens of them through the snow and slush of a Kmart parking lot. I can’t believe I didn’t do more damage to my body then. Now it’s just the cement floors that are slowly doing me in.

They’ll just cook it on the same nasty spot they cook all the meat. It’s what all the restaurants get wrong with their Beyond/Impossible options. My wife loves Beyond Burgers at home, but she won’t order them from any restaurant because they cook them on the same grill that’s been used to fry up greasy beef all day. She doesn’t care if the grill has been cleaned. She just can’t do it, and I get it.

Sweet. Get Luigi on the phone.