The Morning After
"I don't have pet peeves. I have major psychotic fucking hatreds." - George Carlin
Reblogged from fayoreix2
LGBTQ* Political Cartoons
Can’t Be “Gay” For Chick-Fil-A
Chronicle of Higher Education Weighs in on Chick-Fil-AChick-Fil-A Donates Nearly 2 Million to Anti-Gay Groups
Northeastern University Rejects Chick-Fil-A Contract Because of Anti-Gay Actions
Chick-Fil-A Would Like Your Money, Just Not Your Lifestyle
Queer Cents Weighs in on Being Gay* and Supporting Chick-Fil-A
I don’t doubt this at all. Mainly because, no offense to anyone with religion- what was their policy on Sundays again?:P
At any rate, similar BS has happened with race, sexuality, etc with many different companies. They don’t give two shits most times unless it conflicts with personal interest. The worst part is the amount of money they have to lob slimeballs with over what isn’t their fucking business, since I’m sure more than one gay couple has tossed money for their greasy food.
… And when you live down here, it doesn’t seem quite as contrived at all that companies would do this. Denying its existence gives them even more power- which is exactly what they want too. Point blank, I just hope the world isn’t quite as shitty to people in ten years of all minority backgrounds, but honestly since people still have some serious as fuck ignorant problems about race, sometimes I just feel less than optimistic.
At this point, I’m just going to applaud Starbucks on this front at least. They’re holding down the fort on this issue.
When it comes to companies like Chick-Fil-A that announce that they ground their principles in a religion that was created in a time where basic human rights did not exist (and has since been the leading cause of oppression around the globe), I try to avoid buying their product on general principle. It might be argued that I am countering bigotry with my own bias, sure, but it’s not necessarily like they make that decision difficult when I read news like this, either.
Years, decades, centuries, millennia of enlightenment and nothing changes. Go fucking figure. Refusing to buy a product and boycotting a company isn’t necessarily on the same level as crying havoc and letting slip the dogs of war, at least, not in terms of true revolt, but it’s definitely a start. Nothing makes asshole businessmen reconsider their bullshit positions like lost profits.
NSFW porn advertisment
Reblogged from fayoreix2
nerdaliztix submitted:
Ok this ad was on a porn-art site so you wouldn’t expect the anatomy to be that great but this just made em think of you guys. (I’m putting it under cut because it is nudity and sexual content)
So hot, right? Gah, man. It hurts to see that pose.
I can’t tell if I’m looking at a pose or a pretzel.
Something Random:
Someone close said, “rock today sucks and is losing popularity because it carries no real message other than a bunch of sadsack white boys singing about how shitty life is”.
And as a general rocker/metalhead, yeah, I can agree with that assessment, actually. Pains me to do so, but when you look at the revolution that rock seems to have made, the serpent *does* seem to have bitten its own tail. I agree with it and make mention of it here because that statement wasn’t spoken by a metalhead, nor would it have ever been, thanks to the state of denial we all seem to be living in.
In the 70’s, there was a fringe element that took a hard sound and made it all about a wild way of life that wasn’t popular then for being seen as being hedonistic, but it was a celebration of life and all things that danced along the verve of weirdness that could be taken in by people who were different.
The 80’s came, and it got a harder, more intense sound. Frenzied, even. Hair metal got its start, as did garage bands and other upstarts that wanted to emulate the sounds that they grew up listening to. But everyone knows what happened during the 80’s. “True metal” — in which the arena was mostly encompassed by acts that were centric around what hardasses they were — got its start here.
90’s came, and the grunge revolution started, with the youngsters of that generation experimenting even further with the legacy they were given, this time opting for a softer, grittier sound. The theme here seems to have been “life can be hard, and I am a badass for living it the way I did”, a slight change of pace from the previous sound, but not all too removed. I tend to look fondly on this time mostly because it’s mine, and the music from it is what I grew up listening to.
With the turn of the millennium, though, it went downhill, and rock metamorphosized into the assessment made above, the general message being “life sucks and so do I”, or “life sucks because I don’t have a girlfriend”, or “life sucks and I wish I wasn’t born”. The torch got passed onto the likes of bands like Nickelback and other unanimously awful bands, who took the sound of alternative and went even softer with it to the point where even the pastiest sheltered white boy could call himself a “rocker”. The turn of the decade hasn’t brought any change to this, the trend now being at a standstill.
To be completely honest, I’m glad rock is dying, because it needs to be put out of its misery at this point. I shudder to think of who will receive the mantle next, and it’s a tad embarrassing that it meets its end at the era of dance music (ugh), but this is a mercy killing. Modern acts today just embarrass me as a member of generations past, not necessarily because I see myself as being “better stock”, but because I actually remember when this genre of music was good.
On Guns
You don’t need a big bullet to do a hell of a lot of damage to someone. Any hole you put in someone hurts, especially if you’re putting it in them at 800fps. Just focus on being a good shot above all, and worry about everything else later. Your modus operandi should be one that seeks to attain the highest level of comfort, because through comfort flows accuracy. Power comes second.
And if you’re so obsessed over bullet size and barrel length and other phallic bullshit that you put these things first, you really should take a step back and think for a minute before going to the market, and ask yourself: am I getting a practical tool for myself, or am I buying a big, shiny metal penis?
Food for thought.
Reblogged from fayoreix2
Pretty much the RL of what would happen with how people want their game portraits drawn haha.
See, what gets me here is that there is a collapsible stock on the weapon… and he DOESN’T USE IT! He could have saved himself some pain (and a couple of teeth) by not trying to emulate what he saw on TV.
(Source: iraffiruse)
"Don’t ever try to judge a woman (or anybody) by asking them their ‘top three records’, ‘top five foreign films of all time’, that’s that High Fidelity stupid list shit that some guys do. And I can’t be alone, there’s at least one moron in here who does that with women, and women have seen everything come by them eighty times. So, if you say ‘So, what’s your top five films?’, the girl goes, ‘Oh, god, he’s one of those guys, I can’t wait for this to be over. He is not even getting a handjob, I am out of here’."
Henry Rollins
Displeasure
- OPENING - FRESH TILL!
- Me: That’ll be $3.92, sir.
- Them: Oh, okay. (Uses debit card, with $100 cash back.)
- Me: … (They just wiped me out of all my big bills, so if the next person in line pays with cash, I won’t be able to make much change for them.) Here you are, sir.
- Them: Yeah, thanks. (They close their wallet, and I see a bunch of ones. I am irked that they didn’t instead resort to those.)
- (Next…)
- Me: That’ll be $5.12, ma’am.
- Them: Alright. (Pulls out $100 bill.)
- —-
- (Packed.)
- Me: That’ll be $73.99, ma’am.
- Them: How do I do the debit thingy?
- Me: Slide and put in your pin, ma’am.
- (They do so. Their EBT card covers $73.90, leaving $0.09 on the remaining total.)
- Me: Just nine cents more, ma’am.
- Them: Excuse me? That card has the full amount on it. Run it again.
- Me: No problem, ma’am. (The computer is never wrong, especially with partial transactions. I do it again to humor her. Same result.)
- Them: You need to fix your computer because it’s wrong. I’ve got over $300 on this card. (I look at the screen, and it says “DECLINE” on it in big red letters.)
- Me: I understand, ma’am. I will need to get my supervisor over here.
- Them: I don’t understand why we’re having this problem. I’ve GOT the nine cents right here, but I’m not going to pay it on general principle because I shouldn’t have to. That card is full, and I’m not going anywhere until —
- Impatient Member In Line: (To me.) Here’s a quarter. Get her the fuck out of here so I can go home, please.
- Me: Yes, ma’am. (Looking at Nine Cents woman) You have a nice day.
- Them: (Glares at me, scowls, and rolls out without a word.)
- Impatient Member In Line: Jesus. My quarter was a small price to pay.
- —-
- Me: (Finish scanning two flatbeds worth of heavy goods, stacked up to my chest.) That’ll be $585.94, sir.
- Them: Oh, you remember before you started scanning stuff when I said I wasn’t tax exempt? I totally forgot. Turns out I am.
- Me: …
- —-
- Me: Sir, will it be credit, or debit?
- Them: Debit.
- Me: Okay. You’ve put your card through; just put in your PIN.
- Them: I don’t have a PIN.
- Me: Alright, then what you want is credit. Let me go ahead and —
- Them: I don’t want credit, I want debit!
- Me: Just a moment, then, let me go ahead and run your card through, and you can put in your PIN.
- Them: I told you I don’t have a PIN! Are you deaf?
- Me: Sir, you need a PIN for the debit option. Without the PIN, you must use the credit option.
- Them: I HAVE BEEN WAITING IN THIS LINE FOR THIRTY MINUTES! JUST RING ME UP!
- Me: Sir, I’m trying to. Here. (I reach over him to the console and hit the credit option. I’m about to hit the button on my register to finalize this and get him out of here, when it doesn’t respond, much to my puzzlement… and chagrin.)
- Them: I pushed the cancel button because I want debit. I want to talk to your manager. Now.
- Me: No problem. I just called for them. They’ll be here in just a minute.
- Them: So I get to wait even longer?!
- —-
- Me: You requested that I take this item off of your transaction, so I’ve done it. You’ll notice the negative value of the item itself; this is to reflect that you are not being charged for it, as it cancels out the original value of when it was first scanned. In other words, the values cancel out, and you are charged nothing as a result.
- Them: Oh. Oh, okay. I understand.
- Me: I would be happy to answer any other questions you have, if you—
- Them: Oh, no need! I’ve got it. Thank you for explaining it to me.
- Me: Here’s your receipt, ma’am. Have a nice day!
- Them: (Silent. Walking away, studies the receipt. After ten seconds of this, does not go out the door. Goes straight to Member Services to complain. Supervisor comes up.)
- Supervisor: So, what’s this I hear about you being rude with your last customer?
- —-
- (Next customer comes up.)
- Me: Hi!
- Them: Yeah, I wish I was.
- —-
- Me: Sir, your— (I look down into the basket of the motorized cart, and notice an open, frozen bag of pre-cooked chicken wings… half empty. I see picked-apart bones in the basket on a paper plate, and one in his hand. Ugh…)
- —-
This is what I get for working as much as I do
Everyone has like, ten updates per shift. I probably didn’t check the dash yesterday, but shit, I’m fucking floored by how much I missed.
I find that as children, we get a rough and crude idea for what we want to become as adults, and as we grow into adolescents and full-fledged members of society, the realities of life and the necessities of practicality tend to shave off the rough edges to form a smoother, more refined ideal. Very seldom is such an ideal abandoned. It tends to linger.
What did you want to be as a child? How has your life changed or shaped that image?