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Who had late Victorian Scooby Doo on their 2024 bingo card? Hmm?
The idea came to me when I was thinking about Sherlock Holmes and then remembered the iconic mystery solving gang hehe
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Mystery Inc. but it’s the 1890s
Who had late Victorian Scooby Doo on their 2024 bingo card? Hmm?
The idea came to me when I was thinking about Sherlock Holmes and then remembered the iconic mystery solving gang hehe
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somebody posted this Calvin and Hobbes strip and i cannot overstate just how topical this fuckin thing is
““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
In 1978, when she received the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade, Lindgren spoke against corporal punishment of children in a speech entitled Never Violence! After that, she teamed up with scientists, journalists and politicians to promote non-violent upbringing. In 1979, a law was introduced in Sweden prohibiting violence against children in response to her demands. Until then there was no such law anywhere in the world.
What a legacy. We’re so lucky to have had her.
The chicken chain was told to "cluck off" the last time it tried to move into the UK. This time, it hired bigger guns.
me: "have they tried not being fucking ignorant religious bigots?"
article: “I suspect that a bit of the steam has gone out of the LGBT thing,” Backman told the right-wing outlet, staying ahead of the issue. “There may be the odd protester, but if they have got armies of PR people laser-focused on that then I suspect it may be OK.”
me: no surprises there... fuck them
sandwich recipe
We go through a lot of pickles here and this recipe is a good way to use leftover brine.
The thing that pisses me off the most though is the fact I know so many LGBTQ+ individuals that still go there, and they are surprised when I actually don't. It's literally like that tweet.
"not so gay you can't fuck rose landry" is such a funny line Ilya baby they dated for 45 minutes and Shane immediately came crawling back to you, came out as gay, and told you he has feelings for you. being too gay to fuck rose landry is quite literally the reason he realised/accepted he's in love with you and decided to lock that down
obsessed with ilya not knowing what autism is really (he didn’t exactly read the dsm5 while learning english) but he does know shane prefers lamps over the big light and making noise before 8am is a death sentence and sometimes shane can’t talk when he’s upset so ilya turns on an old hockey match and lets shane calm down alone while he’s in the other room and after games against montreal he lays on top of shane on the floor and presses his whole weight down and shane just kinda floats a little
What the fuck is this advertising. Can you see this too.
Today, at long last, I have seen an ad for something worse.
Shane: I was the one to make the first move
Ilya: that's not true! I did! In the shower!
Shane: I introduced myself to you at world juniors!
Ilya: that wasn't a move! That was normal introduction!
Shane: Ilya, baby, when have you ever known me to initiate a social interaction with a stranger?
Ilya: . . . Holy shit
I'm actually not done talking about Shane playing Never Have I Ever. On several occasions one of the Centaurs says something Shane's never heard of before, and when he asks what it is Ilya shakes his head and says, "just drink."
"Shane Hollander has only started one fight on the ice" INCORRECT. While yes he fights slightly less than some of the other guys on his team, my dude is still in a full contact sport with some of the most toxic masculinity on this forsaken earth. He has both started AND finished fights on the ice. There is a racist center in Vegas who can't make eye contact with him anymore because Shane knocked out one of his teeth the last time he so much as dared. There are D-men the league over who would never willingly pick a fight with Rozanov because they know what he can do, but who would LITERALLY rather die than pick a fight with Hollander because they've seen the way his eyes go blank when provoked and they don't wanna find OUT what that guy might do to them. There is a rookie in Tampa who will forever live with the memory of having his shit rocked by Shane Hollander, who grabbed onto the scruff of his neck and snarled, "Keep my husband's name out of your fucking mouth, I will not teach you this fucking lesson again." There are wingers in Montreal who are trauma bonded over the experience of watching Hollander jump the boards, point at them, bare his teeth and drop his gloves.
There is a center in Ottawa who kisses his cross before every game and whispers, "Please God let someone piss Hollander off tonight."