ArtieShaw

The “conventionally attractive” Marx brother, who usually played the straight man. Still better known than Gummo, if I were to guess.

We’re personally fans of Harpo, mainly because of the metaphorical whiplash that comes from watching his scenes. One minute you’re laughing at the comical clown or admiring his musical skill, and the next you realize that he’s actually a dangerous maniac. (Run, children!!! He is not safe!!)

We seem to have some sort of natural immunity to that. Whether for good or ill, only time will tell.

I think there may have been a joke in there.

Or maybe not.

Nah. Conventional wisdom says he can either

1. the the priest all about it and do some chants
2. find himself a baptizer and spend the rest of his time Jesusing real hard.

Johnny’s options will depend on his local wise man, but I suspect either way he’ll also be strongly encouraged to buy some merch.

What’s funny is that I also think I’m on the spectrum.

And to continue the conversation - my husband and I have been talking about visiting a South American country this summer where roasted guinea pig is on the menu. I honestly think I could give it a try even though I try to save any mice that my cats corner.

Food choices are both weird and personal. I’ll always respect that.

I sort of like snakes, but am hesitant to handle them because 1) they’re wild creatures and therefore unpredictable and 2) I heard that they will poo on you if they’re alarmed. I don’t need that. It’s more practical than visceral.

Spiders? Hell no. It’s not even an option.

Most people I know fall on either one side or the other. It’s not a bad ice-breaker or conversation starter.

So I’ve got some cats. They’re small, but they can fuck up your day.

That being said, I rely on them solely as an early warning system. If I’m home alone and hear a strange sound that may be cause for alarm, I look for cats. If they’re sleeping peacefully there’s no external threat. If they can’t be found, someone is nearby. It may just be the mail delivery, but they know when a human is in the vicinity.

Spiders of the sea. Crabs too. I wouldn’t want to touch one that wasn’t cooked.

Although I find the comparison discomforting to think about, the sea spiders both go well with butter and are generally regarded as delicious.

That introduces the question: if there were a land spider large enough to nullify the risk/reward/deliciousness equation, would I give it a try? My gut answer is no, but I think the realistic answer is, “I’ll wait and see what my fellow apes do with it first. If they have any good recipes, probably yes.”

I would say that the hair is the set of raccoons that hang out on the roof of the house and do weird shit at unexpected times.

That was how I was assuming the rationale went. You do see ocean going vessels on the Great Lakes.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Lawrence_Seaway

And I think that’s how everyone wound up with the zebra mussels. (Bilge discharge from those ships)

I’m somehow more creeped out by the Greatest American Hero hairstyling.

https://www.rottentomatoes.com/tv/the_greatest_american_hero/s01

Pippin has a hell of a fight face.

Have you ever wished that you were personal friends with a 16th century French petty nobleman and diplomat? His essays are more interesting and more accessible than that sounds.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_de_Montaigne

I trusted my drug dealer’s recommendation on that one and was not disappointed, so I’m passing it on.

Also, I will never not recommend Pliny the Younger’s account of his uncle’s death by volcanic eruption (Vesuvius) and his own story of surviving it. PDF versions are widely available.

Thanks for understanding. I think I was having a Norman Bates moment there: “we all go a little mad sometimes.”

Is it possible for everyone to stop saying this?

My apologies if you happen to be a SLAMS/BLASTS/BREAKS HIS SILENCE bot and are just following your programming. It’s just beyond tiresome because we know. We fucking know. It’s a lazy and hyperbolic headline filler. But now we have lazy headline writing followed up with a lazy comment pointing out that the former is lazy.

And it’s starting to break my mind in the same way “This” did on Reddit.

One more apology for me being bitchy tonight. It’s not so much this comment, but every single identical one that came before it.

It seems like everyone is talking about these cascading failures.

I feel like an artificer would be skilled in the application of rouge. As well as foundation and eyeliner.

One doesn’t buy a 3D printer to make a knob. One is suddenly presented with a need for a knob (or a thingy, or a flangle, or a twizzlet…) and suddenly remembers, “hey - I have a 3D printer.” Followed by “I wonder if there are any matching designs in one of the several massive free databases of models.”

Particle Man by TMBG, of course.

It was a long time ago, but I have a vague memory of my mother making something distressingly close to this. I want to say she used one of those Easter lamb cake molds or something similar. She was a good cook and didn’t lack artistic ability - but had no sense of “this looks like an abomination.” Or “maybe I should slice this before trying to serve it.”