chapotraphouse

Have a rotten day indeed

Mashallah Lebanon has made us the most perfect condiment ever made. I am eating it with BBQ chips rn for the most intense vegan snack on the Earth.

Some dude tried to merc me over my 7 year old android and that wasn't the worst part. The cops who responded literally searched me, made me explain my tattoos to prove they weren't gang related, told me to stop crying, and told me it was my fault I almost got offed for going to subway. I fucking hate America. The only reason I'll be able to sleep is because I have 120 pounds of "fuck you" guarding me. (I love my pitbull son)

I've gotta work this haloween and would like to make the best of it, mostly what I need is as many misfits songs without swears as possible. I think the rest I've got handled. Most goth is pretty clean and the rest is soundtracks. If you have any suggestions I'd also like some. I've got Monster Mash and Canadian classic C'est L'Halloween down.

How many dead Palestinian kids will it take for you to change your vote?

Soros: You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful pets... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything.

Soros: Whatever you want.

Soros: Kiss them on their little heady-bye. You can do anything.

the parantheticals are referencing teacher names to tell which room to go to for that presentation – left in a couple so you could appreciate the very appropriate location for the Law Enforcement presentation

these options leave a lot to be desired and make me wonder how the fuck they recruit for them, because it doesn't seem like there's much effort to get a wide breadth of interests and options.

I am afraid Trump has already up most of his karma by using it to grant bad aim to his assassin(s) and Kamala has eaten a child which makes her low in the karma department aswell.

The recipient of christ's divine blessing remains unclear.

Imsgine how good a BRICS currency would be for the world 🙏🙏🙏🙏

AND HONORS THE LEGACY OF SOCIALIST YUGOSLAVIA

(Also I guess they still tell jokes)

Enthusiasm can be a productive force for good, but our culture has rapidly become a fan-based landscape that the rest of us are merely living in

Of that hardly-a-hundred schoolkids, office boys and junior librarians, the great majority were actively involved in their pursuit, publishing or contributing to a variety of – for the most part – poorly duplicated fanzines, or else going on to work professionally in the field, such as Kevin O’Neill, Steve Moore, Steve Parkhouse or Jim Baikie, all of whom were downstairs at the Waverley hotel that weekend, keen to elevate the medium that they loved, rather than passively complain about whichever title or creator had particularly let them down that month. Of course, this was the 1960s and the same amateur energy seemed to be everywhere, spawning an underground press, Arts Lab publications and a messy, marvellous array of poetry or music fanzines that were the material fabric of that era’s counterculture; flimsy pamphlets as important and innovative today as they were then, although considerably more expensive, trust me.

Soon thereafter, caught up in the rush of adolescent life, I drifted out of touch with comic books and their attendant fandom, only returning eight years later when I was commencing work as a professional in that fondly remembered field, to find it greatly altered. Bigger, more commercial, and although there were still interesting fanzines and some fine, committed people, I detected the beginnings of a tendency to fetishise a work’s creator rather than simply appreciate the work itself, as if artists and writers were themselves part of the costumed entertainment. Never having sought a pop celebrity relationship with readers, I withdrew by stages from the social side of comics, acquiring my standing as a furious, unfathomable hermit in the process. And when I looked back, after an internet and some few decades, fandom was a very different animal.

An older animal for one thing, with a median age in its late 40s, fed, presumably, by a nostalgia that its energetic predecessor was too young to suffer from. And while the vulgar comic story was originally proffered solely to the working classes, soaring retail prices had precluded any audience save the more affluent; had gentrified a previously bustling and lively cultural slum neighbourhood. This boost in fandom’s age and status possibly explains its current sense of privilege, its tendency to carp and cavil rather than contribute or create. I speak only of comics fandom here, but have gained the impression that this reflexive belligerence – most usually from middle-aged white male conservatives – is now a part of many fan communities. My 14-year-old grandson tells me older Pokémon aficionados can display the same febrile disgruntlement. Is this a case of those unwilling to outgrow childhood enthusiasms, possibly because these anchor them to happier and less complex times, who now feel they should be sole arbiters of their pursuit?

Never imagined fandom being described as being gentrified but here we are.

There are, of course, entirely benign fandoms, networks of cooperative individuals who quite like the same thing, can chat with others sharing the same pastime and, importantly, provide support for one another in difficult times. These healthy subcultures, however, are less likely to impact on society in the same way that the more strident and presumptuous fandoms have managed. Unnervingly rapidly, our culture has become a fan-based landscape that the rest of us are merely living in. Our entertainments may be cancelled prematurely through an adverse fan reaction, and we may endure largely misogynist crusades such as Gamergate or Comicsgate from those who think “gate” means “conspiracy”, and that Nixon’s disgrace was predicated on a plot involving water, but this is hardly the full extent to which fan attitudes have toxified the world surrounding us, most obviously in our politics.

Don't you want to know? I'm edamame. Jealous?

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Too lewd mods ban pls

Turning up at people's doors and asking for half their income would be a bigger scare, but I guess being a parasite has left him with lots of free time.

SPOKANE, WA—Stressing that the best move would be to just shave the whole thing off, sources confirmed Thursday that area man Stephen Blanchet’s shitty beard had barely any frolicsome woodland creatures living in it. “You can tell Stephen’s proud of his so-called beard, but there are hardly any chickadees popping out to chirp a happy tune or chipmunks scurrying through in a mirthful game of chase,” said coworker Sarah Tillotson, adding that while a cheeky screech owl would occasionally pop out when Blanchet was eating to playfully nab a bite for itself, one jovial bird of prey simply wasn’t enough to make the beard work. “Some days there’s a vole in there, but it’s depressing and lethargic instead of clumsy and excitable, like you’d hope. I think it’s gonna die, if it hasn’t already. And the baby raccoon that lives in his beard is a complete asshole and not whimsical at all. Rabid little fucker hissed at me once. I’m sorry if this sounds mean, but some guys just don’t have the genetics to grow facial hair harboring a joyous menagerie of frisky forest critters, and Stephen’s one of them.” After overhearing his coworker’s disparaging remarks, Blanchet was reportedly spotted trying to improve his beard’s appearance with a chipper family of hummingbirds.

He's my number 2!

This is the most important election of our lifetime!

And they're still doubling down on the genocide, unbelievable. She's so cooked.

That's it thats the post.

Signed,

Another frustrated job seeker.