Lemonade stand.

https://support.mozilla.org/en-US/kb/remove-websites-awesome-bar-suggestions

In Virginia you can voluntarily pay the government extra money to put the “don’t tread on me” snake on your license plate.

Here’s the original sexy-dog version of Betty Boop cast as a sex worker a sailor visits in 1930. This stuff has been going in in cartoons for about as long as there have been cartoons.

Artist: Brock Davis.

Charisma and sociopathy.

It appears to be worth a median of $58.54 an hour or $2,341 a week, with many positions in the field significantly higher, according to this.

Also, from the article:

Sally also said due to the low budget production the crew had to “wear many, many hats”, meaning she also served as a PA, set dresser, graphic designer, and background actor, among other roles.

Article: Someone being entirely reasonable regarding the crappy economical context of their contributions to a successful project.

Post title: “A case of sour grapes”

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This is carcinisation manifest!

You’re afraid of that TV show about the soccer coach?

I wonder if there’s a smart setting marked “bathtub.”

I was a 1980s kid. Darth Vader was one of those peak villains one sees in childhood, the ultimate bad guy. He killed indiscriminately. He had space wizard magic to find you and read your mind and choke you remotely. He had the evil (red) version of the coolest weapon in the universe. He was so scary his own soldiers on the bad guy side were afraid of him. He tortured the princess. For some reason he was part robot, had a deep commanding voice, and even his breathing was scary. And to top it all off, it turned out he was the good guy’s father. Fathers are supposed to be safe, not scary!

I had many, many childhood nightmares about Darth Vader. I watched the movies an incalculable amount of times, I cheered when the good guys beat him, or at least escaped him with their skin intact.

Then I grew up, and the prequels happened. I don’t know if any retroactive backstory could have matched the feelings my childhood mind had generated so many years earlier, but I was at least curious about what they’d come up with to explain who Darth Vader had been and what made him that way… only to learn that apparently the ultimate scary badass was apparently just some dull and whiny guy who somehow was randomly lucky, smart, and magical, lived a really nice and comfortable life with lots of support and encouragement, but was just all “no I wanna be bad now because some easily-resolvable life stuff made me angry waaaah.”

So disappointing.

If we’re comparing this tattoo to wardrobe choices, imagine you’re single and you show up to dates dressed in a t-shirt that says “I enjoyed it when my dog attacked my previous romantic partner” and the effect that might have on your whole vibe with the other person.

This tattoo is not likely to impress any potential new romantic interests.

Imagine feeling the need to name-drop in order to somehow improve your Walmart experience.

For those unfamiliar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJN9mBRX3uo

P6 chip. Triple the speed of the Pentium.

I did this! In a post on Mastodon a while back I suggested the idea for a QR code which simply decodes to the text “Please do not scan this QR code again.” It’s a reference to a joke in Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in which a character in a spaceship cockpit presses a button which does nothing except cause a sign to light up which says “Please do not press this button again.”

A fedi friend saw my post and actually made a shirt with the code (with my blessing) and I bought one, along with a sticker for my laptop.

(Anyone else who wishes to use this idea for anything, go forth freely. I claim no ownership.)

Now I’m imagining someone tuning in to Farscape for the first time on a Harvey episode, and trying to make any sense at all out of anything they were watching.