

My guest mug is my face photoshopped onto some buff dude dressed up as a unicorn.
My guest mug is my face photoshopped onto some buff dude dressed up as a unicorn.
I don’t, but my coffee mug does.
First thing I thought as well, there are a lot of issues in the photo.
Not even sure what that thing is on the floor to the left, the letters look wrong and so do the buttons and stove knobs.
I use Firefox and uBlock Origin and for the last week or more every Youtube video I open takes about 10 or so seconds to open, just sitting there spinning.
Nah, he gives me that creepy feeling.
He has that creep factor.
He has always been an asshole, I’m not saying it’s the dementia, I’m saying whatever filters he had are being broken down by dementia (from my limited understanding of it).
He is an asshole, always was an asshole, this is nothing new.
He is an entitled, horrible orange shit and the way he rambles on about nothing on stage and cannot keep focused seems to point to his mental decline.
I think that certain mental issues just breaks down whatever filter was there, that thing stopping them saying what they truly feel.
I know I should not say this, because people will lash out at me or may hurt my brand… but as soon as the dementia sets in all bets are off, the filter is gone and whatever evil is contained comes forward.
I’ve seen people post about how black cats are not popular because they do not photo well.
I disagree, I think they photo well.
It’s just a solid colour with eyes floating there. They make great photos.
You’ll be sitting there wondering… where is my cat and then the TV opens its eyes.
He has somewhat been backed into a corner.
Does he:
I think Elon’s drop in popularity and recent hate has become too much to keep him around.
He was a useful tool at the time, I don’t think the whole DOGE thing was actually there to do good, just to ride Elon’s popularity to a win and then shape the government the way they wanted to take advantage and then toss him aside when they achieved their goals.
But also, yes, I believe that Dementia Don’s mind is checking out fast.
He’s like racist old grandpa who has lost his mind and on autopilot now, mumbling about shit nobody has an idea about… except he is steering the car off the road with all the passengers screaming.
Should have taken his license away years ago.
As if he didn’t know it was all bullshit.
He knew, he was in on it and now trying to distance himself when it becomes unpopular.
Project 2025? What’s that? I’ve never heard of that and I don’t know anything about it!
The reason I don’t buy booze and limit snack buying… if it’s in my house it is going to be consumed quickly.
It’s like a challenge, it’s there, it will be consumed.
The tool was useful, it has done its job.
It is no longer popular so time to get rid of it.
You have no idea what my keyboard looks like right now, may have to replace it.
Man… I used to listen to Lost Prophets a lot in college.
Never again, can never revisit any songs ever.
There is a radio version and uncut version of the song.
The uncut version has some extra… vocals in the bridge which is what this post refers to.
Starts at about 3:26.
Starting at said time:
I hate that we now have to inspect every image posted to see if it is AI generated.
But yes, this looks AI generated.
Look at the fox portraits on the wall, the faces are wrong.
Pros: I don’t have to sneak around like a criminal just to get a plant.
I once worked with an engineer from Glasgow and I had him at our logistics depot in London so I could do some training with him.
Somehow, no idea, but he just wandered off and found the one other person from Glasgow in the whole building. Turns out they were even from the same area.
Sniffed him out. Came back to me with a smile on his face and said it was great being able to speak to someone without having to put on an accent just so they could understand him.
Bonus story.
Him and I were walking to the store to get some lunch and he was telling me about all the London stereotypes he heard of and he mentioned rats. Rats everywhere.
I told him I’ve never seen one, but I have seen a few mice here and there running around on the tracks in the central London tube stations and just a few seconds later, this bloody fat rat ran across the path in front of us and into a bush.
THERE THERE, SEE! THERE! he yells.
Dammit… of all the times I see a rat in London it had to be with him.