Putin arrests

That’s a funny word for “assassinates.”

Who’s reading this post in 1895? Because I accidentally dropped my phone while time traveling.

I recently set a sleep mode on my phone that restricts me from using my more addictive apps after a certain time. It also turns on do-not-disturb and the eye shield for the night. I can still access apps that are OK for me to use at night but no longer play addictive games or scroll through Lemmy for all hours.

My dog is so polite. He has been allowed on the furniture always and forever, but when he wants to sit by you, he sits on the floor and stares at you until he gets an express invitation.

The Haunting of Hill House

Fall of the House of Usher

We really need Luke Cage for this.

Not a logical fallacy in itself, but related: the principle of charity

In philosophy and rhetoric, the principle of charity or charitable interpretation requires interpreting a speaker’s statements in the most rational way possible and, in the case of any argument, considering its best, strongest possible interpretation.

People typically do the opposite, assuming the worst possible interpretation of others’ arguments. I wish this principle was taught in schools.

This is really cool, thanks for sharing.

The real identity politics were the Conservatives we met along the way.

I’ve gotten some of my best house cleaning done while angry.

I haven’t had a problem reviewing after 30 days.

That’s what a good familiar does.

Is it a requirement that these native English speakers barely speak english?

No one said Futurama yet?

I will accept any and all duck pics. That is not a typo.

Person ordering pizza: “My house is definitely on Fallingbrook Dr.”

Narrator: it was not.

I mean, it wasn’t an exhaustive list.

American cheese is amazing when melted. I like it in scrambled eggs and on pizza. I put it on bread with ranch and Buffalo sauce, stick it under the broiler until it browns. It solves the problem of something quick and delicious to eat.

I hope your day gets better.

The Day After Tomorrow