The rest of their head is either snout or ear.

Yeah. He lived to the ripe old age of 18. Had a long, happy life playing in all the boxes he could ever want.

The tabby of diligence.

Cats with very short or no hair show you just how much of their head is pure eyeball.

Rip Maru.

In the words of Jeff Foxworthy, “true stuff is the funniest stuff.”

Xhamster isn’t American.

You’re trapped under a cat, too?

One of the most important race tracks in the United States is in Daytona Beach, Florida. The entire motor racing culture of Daytona sprung up because the local beach sand is actually hard, densely packed and worn very smooth by the waves. The earliest car races there used a significant portion of the beach itself as the track.

You need somewhere to piss. What are you going to do, go in the ocean?

Probably don’t give the dog A1 sauce but yeah make waffle treats for your dog. Sounds like an afternoon of wholesome fun.

When you have enough charlatans trying to push corporate or religious agendas, you’ve got two choices:

1. Every single human being needs to repeat every single experiment they rely on for their work or pleasure because there is no such thing as trust, only the scientific method and the power of repeating experiments to verify results, or

2. We need to have institutions to do this shit for us whose reputations MATTER at the flesh and bone level. What that looks like, at this point I’m not sure, because criminals always win.

I’ve gone to college. I’ve been taught buy people who are supposed to know this shit how to find scholarly sources. I’ve cited such sources in essays. Something I’ve never been shown are those peer reviews. Hell, it seems like half the experiments I was taught about in school come with a “And here’s why we ethically CAN’T repeat this study” like the Stanford Prison Experiment.

The “intellectual elite” did a lot of the damage themselves.

I want you to go watch a youtube channel called The Octopus Lady. She’s a member of Nebula, young woman with some marine biology credentials who zilennials her way through science communication mostly about ocean life. And she does the legwork, or tries to. She makes a running gag out of sounding out all the latin. “Nootfish are in the order pi…pisca…pis-caen-id-ae? And the phylum Pis-caein-in-ae? Piscaieninae.” And it’s not difficult to find an episode where she’ll talk about reading published research papers and completely failing to understand them, because they’re written in space catholic. She’ll read excerpts like “The phyringial jaws are motulidated lantitherally from the up end of the distal and caudal sclipera. When feeding, they linticulate joternimously in a cirratic fashion.” She has a habit of damning basically any scientist in any field other than marine biology to turbohell because she understands their work even less.

“Cite your source.” “Okay. 5.8th dimensional pile of moon runes Hope this clears it up.”

It raises the problem of science-shaped bullshit. The MLA or APA style guides are manuals on how to fake scientific literature. It’s very easy to make bullshit look credible. This happens a lot; industries hold fake scientific conferences where bullshit research is presented before being published in bullshit journals so that you can find the bullshit people cite when lying on behalf of a corporation.

Hell just go to a doctor. Make an appointment months in advance to have someone dead inside prescribe you whatever SSRI their office is wallpapered with ads for as treatment for astigmatism. Women commonly complain of having their problems outright ignored, meanwhile men pretty much just give up and just…live with three knees on one leg out of not unfounded fear the hospital will just maim them further. After all, if you cut a patient’s dick off during a tonsilectomy, you get to charge them for reattachment. The healthcare system managed to make themselves the worst part of a forklift accident.

Universities selling out en masse offering bullshit degrees like Musical Psychology casts a certain “What the fuck are you doing?” shadow over everything they do. But what do you expect out of our nation’s classroom-themed minor league professional sports franchises?

And watch it print. Sit there and binge watch a season or two of Extrusion starring Nozzle and Build Plate. First of all, it’s got better written dialog and deeper characters than anything broadcast on television since my niece was born. Second, the folks who refuse to watch the printer print tend to be the ones wo go “It didn’t work. Why didn’t it work?” Watch it print, you’ll learn “Oh the part wasn’t being cooled enough so the edges curled, the nozzle caught on the curled up edge and the axis slipped.”

Do some of that, and you’ll start seeing the problems in the slicer before they happen.

Something I’ve seen people fail to do is watch the printer print. People go “Welp, I’ve bought my newfangled 3D printer, first out the gate I’m gonna pick out this giant model that I like, I’m gonna hit go, and I’m gonna go grocery shopping.” then they come back to a ruined model and a damaged machine and wonder what happened.

Start out small, and watch it print. You’ll find out what doesn’t work and how to design or slice around it.

Illinois Nazis. I hate Illinois Nazis.

Man, I went to a coffee shop with a girl once. This coffee shop sat maybe 24 people, okay? It’s a shallow, wide building. There’s the counter with two baristas working, in front of the counter along the front wall of the building are those narrow “table for two” booths, like 2 or 3 of them. Both the counter and those booths run to the right wall of the building. To the left is a small more open area with maybe 4 four-seat tables.

There was this guy. This male homo sapiens. Who brought an acoustic-electric guitar. A microphone. And two, count them in the eyes of sweet zombie Jesus TWO. 60+ watt amplifiers. Because this was the artistic opportunity of this existing organism’s life. This creature, this placental mammal, was going to REACH his audience on this night. Through all the noise of a commercial AC unit and the single digit number of people that I ever saw in the building, his Green Day covers would be HEARD!

That happened during the winter of 2011. My headcanon is that guy wheezed to death of covid on one of those 3D printed ventilators they tried to get me to help make. I didn’t do those, I did the 3-ring binder slip cover face mask visors.

I dated a girl who had been raised by a single mother, one sister no brothers, then she went to an all-girl’s college. At 25, I was her first boyfriend. I’m not sure I convinced her we’re the same species. A 5’7" 200 pound man dating a 5’1" 110 pound woman, I was almost twice her size and casually lifted or moved things she utterly couldn’t. She very nearly screamed the first time I picked her up.