Author Archives: ecto
I just noticed that they’re all going to die. They’re all going to die. I need to stop saying “Oh, that’s too bad” when celebrities keel over, because they’re all going to do that at some point, until I do. … Continue reading
I look at a video of some pet ferret doing ferret things, with uniquely lovable ferret-y interactions with its people and I think “they could be incorporated.” The weltanshauung has enough room for a third beast and its peculiar shenanigans. … Continue reading
That took longer than I thought it would
It should be taken as a given that intelligent criticism of any art is that-art-based, and not a denial of that form to be an art.
It’s kind of old, but it’s a handy link. Epicaricacy.
Go pat yourselves on the back for trying to regain relevancy, you superannuated fucks. Why do we have pageants in 2017? This century isn’t what I imagined it to be at all.
Camus believes that all Western countries are faced with varying degrees of “ethnic and civilizational substitution.” He points to the increasing prevalence of Spanish, and other foreign languages, in the United States as evidence of the same phenomenon. Although his … Continue reading
“Evidence shows that the most insular scientific communities have led the march away from elaborated sentences in favor of complex, compressed nouns: Science articles in specialist publications such as the Journal of Cell Biology contain fewer relative clauses and more … Continue reading
Peanuts is being re-run on GoComics. “Jesus!” is a comment under this one. Several replies to the comment are standard Jesus-freak bullshit, but I laughed.
She’s cuddling him to get ahead in the dog-eat-dog world of zoos and nature preserves.
What is this god-damned idiot’s infatuation with unraveling healthcare? Q: Did you ever think we’d have a certifiable moron as President? A: Not in my most sinister nightmares.
It’s worth watching the whole thing.
Norm MacDonald is another in a series of ‘3 Stooges’ kind of guys, not that his humor is any kind of the same, but that women don’t get him. What the fuck up is with women?
I stopped bowling because putting on shoes that are not mine is gross and weird. In the nineties, I guess. Don’t ask me to don somebody else’s clothing. How did that even become a thing.
Or, I think I can say it because we’re all adults here, Damn Tarting.