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Stephen Colbert talks about introducing his daughter to Taylor Swift at the Grammys
âthis is the hill you want to die on?â oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!
Me, as a much younger person.
Played this with sound and freaked the fuck out of my cats.
Iâll always reblog this because someone hasnât seen it yet.
Ted Lasso S02E01: Goodbye Earl
Capitalism and shareholder economics are killing us. Workers deserve so much more.
You know whatâs ironic? I thought you of all people would know not to judge a book by its cover.
Damn, okay, was not expecting Channing Tatum to motivate me to write today. But Iâll take it!
This speech gets me every single time. Every. Single. Time. In fact, Iâm a little misty eyed right now.
This gets me every time too. It's so good. That movie is a goddamn delight.
if you're inconvenienced by a strike, blame the boss, not the workers
Baby badger asking for help
Source
Unreasonable Ideas
It seems silly but this is why itâs so important to give yourself downtime where you can just let your brain idle!! You gotta let yourself become the cardboard box, trying to make ideas is just herding cats so let them come to you instead
This is especially useful for ADHD people â chasing something relentlessly will just burn you out. Youâll find it if you divert attention, annoyingly â use the weird psychological quirks to your advantage!
âBecome the cardboard boxâ is terrifyingly good advice.
I donât care what I see outside. My vision is within! Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!
A ROOM WITH A VIEW (1985) dir. James Ivory
Consider: A fantasy series where the court wizard is treated and portrayed just like an IT guy. Court Wizard, fixing the Queenâs magic mirror: hasât thee attempted cleansing and reapplying the runes anew?
Court Wizard sees like 17 hexes in the magic mirror and finds out the Flamebarrier blessing was turned off.
Court Wizard finally fixes the magic mirror and sees a reflection of the Queen reciting: Show me beautiful forest nymphs. Show me where to find beautiful forest nymphs. Show me local witches willing to summon beautiful forest nymphs to my kingdom. Show me beautiful witches. Show m
#calling your queen âtheeâ is a good way to get yur head lopped off #itâs basically on par with walking up and saying âwassup cuntâ
Listen I know that thee/thou used to be the INFORMAL of you, but frankly at this point this Court Wizard has had to come fix the Queenâs magic mirror so many times that she just accepts his exhausted slip of the tongue because maybe this time after he fixes it she can figure out how to find the beautiful forest nymphsâŠ
The Court Wizard is so Tired
I just imagine at some point the court wizard magics the mirror to tell her she needs to look for forest nymphs in a forest.
Todayâs Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,
Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.
OhSoThat'sHowIt'sGonnaBe.jpg
Ok.
I somehow summon a weekâs worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them
A hotel
An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away
A perscription refilled from 2 states away
and A Pizza
Go me.
But then itâs 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldnât meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say âCRYPTIDâ in Gothic Font on my ass.
So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards
#nailedit
It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.
it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friendâs new phone except the new guy doesnât know how to operate the âsign for packageâ device, and the old guy thatâs supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesnât actually know how to operate the device either.
by the way
it is already
over 100 out
it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone
when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.
he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the catâs room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.
Heâll be fine
Heâs a cattle dog, theyâre legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.
but
more to the point
i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside
has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??
And
I got other shit to do today.
namely.
Iâm seeing a realator
The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons
I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her
at least
I think thatâs what it is because what she sends me is: âđĄâ°12:00 ââ
With the time typed in the middle like that.
She is, according to her profile, at least 80.
so I reply âđđâ
and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.
Sheâs on an iPhone so half of them donât even translate across platforms
It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.
in emoji
instead of like
literally any other format
I am
FASCINATED
and simply must meet the woman so if I donât come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but Iâm taking the Corgi with me as protection so Iâll see y'all later.
Update:
Itâs not fairies
Itâs Doris.
might be about to get a sewing machine and/or start an ACAB riot.
Ok, so:
Iâm going to see a prospective house because due to various circumstances, Iâm probably going to be moving to the other side of a major metropolitan area in the next few months, but thatâs not important.
I get to the house
I get a text from the realtor
The realtor is not the person who has been texting me in emoji
The person texting me in emoji is the homeowner, who the realtor says will let me in if I want, sheâs running late.
Sure
Why not
I put Herschel on leash and go to the front door
As much crime as he commits at home Herschel The Hanukkah Goblin has terrific public manners, and is Very Cute so Iâm about 90% sure the emoji fairy is going to let me take him through the house
Door opens.
90-something blue haired old lady with a spine like a question mark and glasses that could be used as telescope lenses opens the door.
âOH [Gallus]! How lovely to see you!â
This woman clearly knows me because she remembers my anniversary was last week and that my sister is back from Australia.
Problem is
I know about 500 geriatric ladies with blue hair, scoliosis and extreme prescription glasses, because I am a member of 2 quilt guilds, the scientific illustration guild, the rocky mountain SCA and stagehand for three different theater companies, so I know everyoneâs grandma and fuck me if I can tell them apart.
Wait
Thereâs a quilt in thekitchen, visible front hall
I donât know faces but apparently I can recognize applique techniques at 40paces.
ââŠDoris? From SAQA?â
âYES! Who is this handsome little man?â
Herschel speaks enough English to know that âhandsome little manâ means âthis person will feed me milk bones and bacon if Iâm cute enoughâ
Immediately does a Sit Pretty and Shake.
Doris is bewitched
This is fine, but I also know Iâm about to severely disappoint the realtor because there is no way in hell Iâm moving into this House.
Because
The reason Doris is moving out is that her neighbor is a Cunt Magnifique and has been harassing Doris and everyone else to form an HOA and âimprove the quality of our residentsâ because this woman has nothing better to do than be a racist-ass busy body, and recently, sheâs set her husband, a county sheriff on Doris, trying to bully her into signing paperwork and threatening her with legal action and writing her up for bullshit property violations
Ainât putting up with that shit
And neither is Doris, so sheâs selling all her shit and moving out to live with her grandchildren in Santa Monica.
But sheâs technologically impaired, so the only indication that there is an estate sale happening is a small paper sign in her front yard.
âDoris.â I say, as Herschel makes himself comfortable on the couch for belly rubs and pieces of ham. âDid you tell SAQA or FRCC or anyone on Facebook that youâre having the sale?â
âoh, I donât know how to do all that!â She sighs. âI tried to call the Denver post but they just put me on hold for agesâŠâ
âWatch Herschel for 20 minutes and heâs only allowed to have that one piece of ham.â
Pics of everything
Address, time and pics to Facebook, both quilt guilds sheâs in, two more I have contacts for, nextdoor, and the local SCA discord for good measure.
Itâs 12 minutes and Herschel persuaded her to give him at least three pieces of ham.
He is petitioning for a fourth by doing a little puppy dance on the living room rug.
âOK, thatâs enough ham, people will be here in 10. Where is your cash box?â
Because apparently Iâm running an estate sale today too.
Itâs fine :)
Thereâs about 7 minutes of quiet.
Then
They DESCEND
The first on the scene is DeeDee, who doesnât believe in speed limits. Sheâs arrived with a horse trailer. I remember that she is also moving.
âHI DORIS SWEETHEART WHY DIDNâT YOU CALL I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS TODAY I WAS GOING TO TAKE ALL THIS TO THE GOODWILL HERE LET ME SET UP ON YOUR LAWN â
DeeDee is 73, and has a special spiritual bond with Hello Kitty. She weighs like 98lbs, dresses exclusively in neon pink sanrio clothes and the kind of eye makeup drag queens aspire to.
She also speaks non-stop at a volume normally associated with jet engines.
Half the horse trailer is already spread out on the lawn.
Doris is putting price stickers on stuff
Herschel is trying to tear open a bag of cotton batting.
This, and the arrival of approximately 56 minivans, five more trucks with horse trailers and Corgi Excitement Screaming alert Cunt Magnifique that something is happening outside.
Madame saunters off her porch up to Doris and Demands to know whatâs happening, youâre supposed to notify the neighborhood and get a permit to-â
Doris, surrounded by her pack of silver wolves, shouts. âOH HELLO! EVERYONE, THIS IS MARCIA. IâVE TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MARCIA.â >:)c
⊠further details in a bit I think the Vikings are here.
~`* SOMEONEâS GETTING FIRED!!*`~
OK so.
You know those high school house parties you see in movies, where the person invites only a few friends, but those friends call their friends, and those friends call THEIR friends and soon like 500 people show up to one house and someone calls the cops and that one John Mulaney sketch with âSCATTER!â happens?
Old people will 100% do this too, except instead of a house party itâs an estate sale on a wednesday afternoon and when the cop shows up there are lawyers present and he is in DEEP SHIT because his wife just spent the afternoon admitting to doing a bunch of wildly illegal shit on tape.
So when we left off, the party had really started getting underway, because Marcia the Cunt Magnifique had decided to crash the estate sale and whine about âweâre supposed to coordinate garage sales as a neighborhoodâ and âyour friends are blocking traffic on this cul-de-sac while nobody is homeâ weh weh-
DeeDee is about ready to throw hands but she is nowhere near the most dangerous of the Silver Silver Wolves.
Thatâs Dr. Ruth.
Dr. Ruth turned 99 this year and went paragliding for her birthday
So you understand just how hard she goes
Dr. Ruth sort of hobbles over and point-blank asks âSo I understand youâve been trying to start a homeownerâs association?â :3c
Marcia
Entirely misunderstanding how much danger sheâs in
Starts enumerating the TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS of trying to start one, because SOME PEOPLE DONâT RESPECT AUTHORITY and all the paperwork and talking to people and she even had to ask HER HUSBAND. A SHERRIF. To go around and hand people stuff to sign.
Some people, right?
Dr. Ruth nods. Some people. She agrees.
You know.
Her son is a lawyer.
Why doesnât she give him a call?
Marcia, a Moron: Oh thatâd be great!
Dr. Ruth, hobbling back to Doris: âDonât worry. David will handle this.â
Meanwhile
The Friends-Of-Friends and the Friends-Of-Friends-Of-Friends are arriving, lured in because they heard the words âLongarm Sewing Machineâ and âHand-made quiltsâ
Various factions present include but are far from limited to: -Probably Six Quilt Guilds -The Denver Art League -The Denver Leather League -The Vikings -The Klingons -The Colorado Wild Game Share -A Pack of Scientific Illustrators -A Pack of Assorted Scientists they brought with them -The Sheep Lesbians -The Horse Lesbians -Three Extremely Competent Finnish People (My Scientific Illustration Professor and her sisters) who immediately take over the estate sale and turn it into an auction to maximize profit and keep the taxes in order.
Someone brings two additional Corgi called âCapâ and âBuckyâ
They are Pembroke Corgi, and weigh about 21lbs apiece
Herschel is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and weighs 42lbs because heâs hug even for a Cardigan, and is Delighted with his New Minions.
They worship him as a God and follow him around so every time he sticks his face in something two smaller corgi faces immediately follow, like some kind of adorable cerberus.
Pelts and meat shares are being traded out of the backs of trucks and vans
Someone is making bratwurst.
Intrigued by the Brouhaha, Dorisâ neighbors emerge.
They are also Geriatric and very nervous, because Marcia has been harassing them too.
They are telling this to the members of these factions that are also lawyers.
There are at least 5 of them so far and David isnât even here yet.
I realize my realtor isnât even here.
I decide to text her.
She is somewhere in the crowd and having a nervous breakdown because Sheâs SO LATE!!!
Ma'am.
Itâs 103 out.
I was just handed a freshly grilled Brat
Some bitch is incriminating herself on the lawn.
Nothing scheduled is happening.
Come sit in the yard and watch the Corgis play on the Palyskool plastic slide set. Theyâre disassembling it like tiny furry engineers.
Have a bratwurst.
One of the Klingons appears, having physically carried my realtor through the crowd, and gently deposits her on the lawn before handing her a Bratwurst.
Diane, the Realtor, is not much older than I am, and from the preppie swaths of society that has âNever had a dog growing upâ and âDidnât Know People Could Just. Make. Blankets?â and âWhat is this? Itâs like a hot dog but spicy?â
She is having a LEARNING EXPERIENCE.
One of the Horse Lesbians comes over and compliments Diane on her Dior handbag.
Diane thanks her ans compliments the apparently expensive brand scarf she has on. Do you. Know all these people?
Horse Lesbian explains that sheâs part of the SCA, and what that is, and that why yes. Her girlfriend Tasha is an armorer. Yes like for knights.
More Livestock Lesbians assemble.
They are pulling off shirts to show off livestock and battle scars, and biceps.
Diane is LEARNING A LOT TODAY.
I am just getting everyoneâs contact info and making sure Herschel does not consume his weight in bratwurst.
BWOOP!
Uh-Oh.
Marciaâs Husband is here.
I step out front.
He has used the siren to largely part the crowd and pull into his driveway but it has closed around him and there is No Escape.
He starts huffing and puffing about blocked traffic and permits and the like, but this is not his usual Can-Bully-Without-Consequences crowd.
These are Grandmas.
Veterans of the 60âs protest front who never let up.
Heâs starting to turn bright red and looks like heâs about to cry and Iâve got my phone out to record whatever Incident is about to occur.
-And a Mercedes pulls up.
Itâs David.
Dr. Ruthâs son.
The Lawyer.
And I emphasize that The because David is not some mere ambulance chaser.
David is the guy that the state sends to prosecute Corporate Fraud and Organized Crime and Other State Departments.
David was part of the team that took down the CO Branch of the KKK.
David is all of 5'4â, very round and a balding little man that looks like the Dictonary Definition of âNebbishâ that moves with such intense confidence and authority that he pretty much has the Pillar Men Theme Blasting behind him at all times.
So when he and three other lawyers from the stateâs office step out of the car
Mr. Sherrif goes from red to while like color-changing octopus and I am like 50% sure he shit himself.
Because what he and Marcia have been doing is Very, Very, Very, VERY, Fucking Illegal.
âmArCiA!â he garbles. âsHuT tHe fUcK uP!â
Marcia is standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, having spent the last 3 hours recounting to anyone who will listen about the âmeasures sheâs had to takeâ and now the 5 lawyers that were here are delightedly handing over the paperwork that she had forced on Doris and her Neighbors, and pointing at all the doorbell cameras and witnesses out to the stateâs top prosecutor.
Friends
I ugly laughed.
FOUR HOURS LATER: -Auction wrapped up with a solid $40K to Dorisâ name plus pending sales on some of her larger furniture and antiques
Plus whatever David gets in damages from the county sherrifâs office.
Marcia and husband are fucking busted
Herschel spent all afternoon running around and eating snacks and is passed out on the floor
Diane is âmeeting up withâ one of the Horse Lesbians next week.
The sewing machine went to someone else but I did open my purse and found out Doris or someone shoved a bunch of cash in there.
Iâm getting ice dream and going to bed.
Not to make this monster even longer, but I slept, and can answer a few questions:
Dog Tax:
Little Ham Man himself.
2. What was Illegal about what Officer and Mrs. Cunt Magnifique did?/If theyâre hosed, are you moving in?/Does Doris still have to move out?
I donât know all the details, but Officer Magnifique was going door-to-door, in uniform and armed, telling his neighbors they had to sign this paperwork or there would be legal consequences, which is pretty textbook coercion and abuse of office. Also If I understood the summary someone told me while I was dying of heat exhaustion, the actual legal setup they were trying to push was some shady land-ownership/tax evasion nonsense too.
But also. All of this happened YESTERDAY. Charges arenât files (tho they are definitely coming) let alone the trial held/conviction/payout or other consequences, so they could still be living there and involved in active litigation for like. A year. And itâs an unfortunate truth that living near a cop thatâs having a meltdown is a great way to get shot.
So No. Iâm not moving in there.
Also, Doris originally brought up the idea of moving because of them, but she is also very close to her granddaughter and they both want her to move out there.
3. You live like this/How do I get a life like that?
The process is fairly simple, but takes a lot of work. It goes like this
Go Outside. And do things. In person.
Specifically, go join a bunch of organizations that are relevant to your interests, and keep showing up to/participating in those events.
People will notice and remember you. They will notice and remember you faster if youâre like 40 years younger than them and have purple hair but I digress. They will come over and say hi. You say hi back, and talk about your mutual interest. Also listen to what they have to say about your mutual interest.
GET AND SAVE THEIR CONTACT INFORMATION, THEN GIVE YOUR CONTACT INFORMATION. Everyone you meet. Itâs actually great to print out business cards with your contact info and hand them out. When saving contact info, I make a note in my contacts about name/where I met them/who introduced us/any random fact they divulged because I have the memory of a sieve.
Introduce all your new friends to each other, and invite them to any event you think might even vaguely be within their interests. Even if they canât come, itâs nice to be thought of. They will also invite YOU to things and the rule is: UNLESS YOU ARE ILL, GENUINELY BROKE OR ALREADY HAD PLANS, SAY YES. Even the âbrokeâ bit is flexible because if youâre making friends with Boomers you can say âHm. Iâd love to, but thatâs not within my budgetâ and thereâs a good chance one of them will pay for your ticket anyway. Go to these things, and enjoy yourself.
Eventually, you will know approximately a fucktillion people in a bazillion fields, and in an emergency, you can make 2 phone calls and a facebook post and summon the hordes. You will also be constantly invited on Adventures.
Congrats, youâve made your life mad complicated and dramatic but very, very fun.
4. Are. Are you alright OP?
LMAO.
Things will probably calm down by Tuesday Afternoon, but until then Iâm gonna be running on all cylinders until the wheels fall off. If you want to contribute to my âStress Ice Cream/Herschelâs Special Little Ham Boy Fundâ You can Donate to my Ko-Fi, and if you want more stories, check out the #Family Lore tag on this blog, or head over to my Patreon for additional stories/to pre-order the book Iâm writing about my and my ancestorâs lives because this shit runs like rivers on both sides of my family.
5. Were you wearing the Cryptid Booty shorts for this?/Where did you get them?
They were a bespoke Wedding Gift from @theshitpostcalligrapher but you can always make your own with a pair of shorts and some fabric paint. My beloved Husbeast has a matching neon pink pair that say âBARDâ.
âŠNothing can stop me from reblogging this episode of the Gallusrostromegaliad when it crosses my dash. Nothing. :)
This is amazing and now I need more updates.
Very interested to see how tumblrâs usual introduction-adulation-cancellation cycle plays out vis-a-vis Goncharov.
Okay, since nobody asked I will explain further.
Typically, a piece of media can only sustain popularity on tumblr for so long before users begin pointing to its flaws as proof positive that itâs morally bankrupt to engage with said piece of media at all.
Watching Goncharovâs upswing in popularity makes me wonder if itâs cracked the code to circumventing this phenomenon entirely. It may be the perfect piece of media for tumblr as its very nonexistence allows it to remain truly flawless and therefore uncancellable. I guess only time will tell.
Not dying a hero or living long enough to become the villain but a secret third, more hilariously stupid, thing.
The Miss Fisher Interstitial.
Sometime lurker, newish poster
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Heh. When the (almost) first thing you ever did on tumblr is also the biggest thing you will ever do on tumblr.
Reblogging from my original tumblr blog. The most impactful thing I ever did was to use my video skills/tools to bait the thirst trap that was the PBS Miss Fisher pledge vid.