Mein sechsbärseite, I can post.

"Human language is in some ways similar to, but in other ways vastly different from, other kinds of animal communi­cation. We simply have no idea about its evolutionary history, though many people have speculated about its possible origins. There is, for instance, the 'bow-bow' theory, that language started from attempts to imitate animal sounds. Or the 'ding-dong' theory, that it arose from natural sound-producing responses. Or the 'pooh-pooh' theory, that it began with vio­lent outcries and exclamations . . . We have no way of know­ing whether the kinds of men represented by the earliest fos­sils could talk or not . . . Language does not leave fossils, at least not until it has become written ..." —Man in Nature, by Marston Bates

"But no animal up a tree can initiate a culture." —"The Simian Basis of Human Mechanics," in Twilight of Man, by Earnest Albert Hooton

Expressing a human need, I always wanted to write a post that ended with the word Mayonnaise.

In celebration, I'm going to post here.

cross-posted from: https://lemmygrad.ml/post/4422450

It's the communist Christmas y'all. I am looking forward to a day of unity, marches, and workers getting together.

For most of the world it seems to be a day off (not looking at you, The Netherlands).

Enjoy!

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/2353838

Listen to this sometime. Start here.

Love Davos!

A long time friend passed away yesterday, unexpectedly. He was in sort of poor health the last few years. Bell’s Palsy, was on the list for a liver transplant. He passed from an esophageal varice that burst.

I live in a small town. Small enough that many of my preschool classmates were still in highschool with me 12 years later. My friend Steve was 5 years older than me so i didn’t go to high school with him, but i had classes with his two younger brothers. I was in boyscouts with his youngest brother. Steve is the one who ‘invested in me’ when i was lost and couldnt find my way. Better or worse, he is partly responsible for me becoming who i am today. He was my journeyman when i was coming up. He left service plumbing to become the lead plumbing/mechanical inspector for the local area. He always had time for me, no matter how busy he was. Personal, or work related he always answered when i rang. He would come by jobsites that he knew i was working juat to shoot the shit for a few minutes. He was one of the few people in my life i could comfortably call my friend. I used to score grams of wax for him and his wife, when i was still puffing on the regs. I know that work/career isnt everything but ive lived the plumbing life for so long that i can’t picture anything else. I owe him greatly.

I hadnt seen him in over a month. Life/work/etc was just too busy. We (he, his wife, and I) were supposed to meet up sometime over the last weekend and just shoot the shit. Catch up. Laugh about stupid work shit, and rip a couple dabs. I put it off for some last minute sidework for an acquaintance. I figured we would just do it this coming weekend instead. Now its too fucking late and i regret not seeing my good friend one last time.

Thank you Steve. Rest in peace buddy.

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/1484008

I love The Convergence magazine.

I suggest you all give some of these a look-see.

[Ding] You are now free to post on the comm.

It sounds like hes talking about his farts.

He's going to fart on other wrestlers.

Thats just rude.

Fire this man.

EDIT: fucking fuck I posted it in the wrong com god damn piss

Americar

I'm gonna make a post here to celebrate!

the pooch bombed on them for the whole flight ... farting so badly, they eventually surrendered their premium seats, and moved back to economy.

I posted on the internet in the hopes that no one would ever see it or interact with my post.

How’s it going?