THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.

He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."

Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.

I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.

Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.

I'm in a MM mood today fellas

Linktober Day 13 : Secret

that cucco makes me fear for my life 😰

Gourmet rice bowl

(click for better quality)

First off, rude. Secondly, rats are intelligent, so I can’t be. Thirdly, I know where you live. Don’t make me turn your curtains in a paper doll project.

Whenever the ice breaker of what animal you would turn into in a fight passed around, I always say stoat.

I’m not a bear or a lion or anything powerful. I’m a short ass bitch with 0 muscle mass, but I am petty as fuck, much like a certain snow weasel with tiny knives for teeth.

if a fight ever were to arise, I would turn into a stoat, and slip away, but while my enemy sleeps, I would worm into their house, destroy all their pottery, ruin their clothes, and chew up their social security card. Plus for whatever reason, stoats are deathproof, so they would never catch me. Plus, they would never be able to look someone in the eyes and tell them they got their house wrecked by a long rat that weights 10 pounds soaking wet

I’m always one step ahead.

I'm so proud of this community

TechCrunch

Missouri trans 'snitch form' down after people spammed it with the 'Bee Movie' script

Concerned citizens armed with fanfiction and the "Bee Movie" script took down a government-run website in Missouri.

Good.

Dear Joanne Kathleen Rowling,

Adding on to this, getting exercise shouldn’t be something associated foremost with weight loss at all. Being active is important for everyone, regardless of weight or body shape or anything like that. I’ve got hypertension, and one of the ways I stay safe and not have my body freak out on me is by getting some exercise (although I should probably be doing it more often) Sometimes it’s just taking 5 or 10 minute walk if that’s all my schedule can manage, but it’s enough to keep things regulated.

Working out isn’t just for the sake of being strong or looking fit, and the bottom line for any kind of workout should be to be healthy and happy. And to reiterate from potato-cat, “healthy” is not one size fits all.

Me: Exercise does not cause weight loss. This is a fact that has been demonstrated so robustly in research that even doctors, who hate and fear evidence, are grudgingly starting to admit this.

Someone reading that post: Cool, but have you considered that exercise leads to weight loss?

Me: I am going to eat you

Does not the necromancer have empathy? Every soul unable to move on passed through them, a chorus of remorse and a feeling of being lost.

They have felt it too. So why not bring a few friends along for the ride?

Did a quick follow up sketch of our DM, who is honestly trying her best

"What the fuck did you cretins do this time..."

Tumblr munched the image, sorry. :(

ive been trying out doing a digital sketchbook thing, i really like it