Another thing to add to the list of Things I Never Thought I’d Do And Yet Somehow Wound Up Doing It:
Carving a rotting pumpkin.
It wasn’t really really rotten, but there were several squishy patches that made it impossible to do the pattern I wantes to do. Boo.
My dad’s response to seeing what I’m carving on the pumpkin this year was a laughing “Good Luck”
I should show him the ideas I rejected as “currently above my skill level/requires tools I don’t have”
how to follow the prime directive, by leonard h. mccoy, md
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so hey apparently there’s some lady out there who has decided that she is going to give out notes to kids that she “thinks look obese” instead of candy when they’re trick or treating.
props to the news for stating that physical appearance is not an indicator of eating habits or health, but good lord they actually did a bit about this craziness.
My dog got into the halloween candy.
He ate four tootsie roll pops before we caught him chewing on a stick.
(I have to wonder what mom was thinking leaving it on the floor)
Jack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away – and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king
now that there’s like 700 pokemon the real question is
what pokemon is #666
B O W B E F O R E Y O U R D A R K O V E R L O R D
Aw crap. I rediscovered Minecraft.
I’m going to be lost in the bowels of a map, building more and more ridiculously twisty passages and random chambers and stupid monuments to my own awesome for weeks, aren’t I?
