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Can you hear me sobbing
Omfg who made this where is this from???
Kind of the Hill. Now on eBay
Reminder that Jon Arbuckle murdered Lyman in cold blood as a means to obtain Odie for his own cruel purposes
Not saying he wouldnt do this but SOURCE?????
Oh, boy, this is a fun bit of trivia.
See this book? This was published in 1998. I got it when I was 8 from my school bus driver for being really helpful on the route map for her first day, so this book has been in my possession for 19+ years. Itâs very battered, but all the pages are still there, taped together, because the binding glue didnât react well to the environment I lived in at the time.
Page 32 has a special âBonusâ spot for Lyman, with âupdatedâ (for 1998) profile art
Closer look at the page
JON, WHAT DID YOU DO?
Oh, and also, if you know your Garfield Lore, then Lyman was Jonâs roommate until 1983, then left for an unknown reason, leaving Odie behind. He did appear in a Logo Box for Garfieldâs 10th Birthday strip in 1988, as a cameo, but for the most part, Lyman has been absent for so long, they have continually rewritten how exactly Jon obtained Odie, ranging from adopting him from the same shop as Garfield, to adopting Odie a couple years into owning Garfield.
Except for
The popular 90s Garfield flash game, âGarfieldâs Spooky Scavenger Huntâ, in which you can find Lyman chained up in a basement as a hidden eastern egg. He begs Garfield to give him some muffins to eat, then disappears after you leave the room and come back.
Garfield Lore is pretty messed up when you dig around.
âŠ.. what the hell
Mannnnnnnnnn........... no one has ever shot their shot like this before....
this unsettles me in ways I cannot understand
baseball different from how i remember it
glad they added new maps to baseball
same energy
I was looking through my queue and I saw this and now Iâm wheezing with laughter.
Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
Damn right we do cause we a got Seto Kaibaâs routing and account numbers
Hours
also today i was walking my dog and some old dude, in southern fashion, stopped to talk to me about her for a solid 5 minutes and at one point she started barking at something and i said sorry sheâs so loud and he said to me âaw thatâs alright. sheâs a coonhound so sheâs got lungs fit to blow the trumpets at raptureâ and then chortled as though he hadnât just spit the southern equivalent of shakespearean improv at me on the street
I was working on Prince Edward Island a few weeks ago and an old guy who was mentioning to me about a really tall and strong guy that he knew, and said casually, âIf he hit ya, yeâd starve to death rollingâ and then moved on with the conversation like he hadnât just painted the most ridiculous picture in my mind of Island life.
also about that comment on yeerks smothering each other: iâm pretty sure one of the really big social problems yeerks faced was that yeerks in their natural state cannot individually murder each other. theyâre softbodied aquatic invertebrates. they have nothing to murder each other with.Â
killing a yeerk would be a group effort: they would either have to bury a yeerk in the silt of the bottom of the pool and guard him for days, or slowly push a rock on top of that yeerk until heâs crushed, or by group effort isolate and then shove the yeerk out of the pool on to dry land and keep him there until he dries out. these group efforts would be exhaustive and require extensive, determined coordination. basically, yeerks have only ever executed each other.Â
unfortunately, yeerks gain the capacity to murder people in the space of⊠a day. a week at the outside. monday: no yeerks had ever murdered anyone. friday: theyâd shot like three andalites and were starting in on shooting each other.
yeerks are not emotionally equipped to understand murder. they understand death, and predators, and maybe even socially-mandated execution. but a species with no real form of organized warfare or interpersonal violence gets its hands on guns and spaceships and goes basically fucking nuts. think about it: humans know we can fuck each other up. all our cultures acknowledge and regulate our capacityâ and our desireâ to kill people we hate.Â
yeerks donât have that. yeerks have never had that. they suddenly get that and they go fucking nuts.  roughly fifty years later they are still fucking nuts, only even more so because theyâve locked themselves into this completely unnatural, artificial social situationâ a highly regimented life of total warâ and any yeerk with a host now has the capacity to kill. and they kill each other a lot. their whole ranking system boils down to âwho is allowed to kill whoâ. esplin 9466 gets an andalite body but still has a yeerkâs mind, a yeerkâs total lack of⊠control, awareness, something, and he just fucking starts chopping heads off and never slows down.Â
the ultimate fridge horror of the animorphs, i think, is that the yeerks themselves are child soldiers: terribly young people in a terrible situation, born into a war they didnât start, forced to use alien technologies that mutiliate their sense of self, their capacity for pain, their ability to relate to noncombatants, even their fellow combatants. the first victim of the yeerk empire was the yeerks themselves.Â
Thank you, Iâve been trying to explain this to my two friends who tolerate my ranting for like, over a year!