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Guess Who's Back!

Don't call it a comeback.  I been here for years.


And it feels soooooooo goood.


The USA has spoken, and Trump is out the door come January.


Things are NOT over ... the conservative crowd is seething over this outcome. And they'll want a pound of flesh. Of that, I am sure. I know I'd want it if I was conservative.


But screw all that for now, and say it with me now ...





Coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooope!

Coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooope!



Funny how life works for conservatives.  The "fuck your feelings" crowd now has to deal with that in return.

Suck it!

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Symbol of Distress.

Chaos rules the current times.

Greed was fed.

Dear friends, family, and otherwise:

I will never likely leave LiveJournal. It has been a great source among many in which I have found myself over the years.

If you are in the know, then you know where to find me for more real-time connection and love to share on HooverBook.

For more lengthy discussions, I will continue to use this web home as the host for such instances.

I wish you safety and good fortune in your ongoing quest to survive.

Sincerely,

Christopher Sauce1977.
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Ron Will Live Forever in Memory.

I didn't know him long, but Ron was as solid of a friend as people I've known for years.

Thank you for the awesome conversations.  Miss you!

Thank you for the fantastic email conversations we had together. The Pistons talks were the best! You will always be remembered by me.

Live your life as best you can, everyone. You never know when your current moment is your last.

RIP, friend.
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I'm Not So Sure About Foursquare's 'Most Popular Tastes' Map.

So, Foursquare did some map of 'signature' foods by state.

And I don't think some of these are correct.

Some observations, in no particular order, just as they come to me:

1) How is Neapolitan Pizza not the most popular food in NY and Connecticut? That foldy-thin pizza is like their whole thing.

2) Nevada ... we have to have a talk about food. "Bottle Service," tsk-tsk.

3) I'll give Vermont a pass, since everyone in the eastern region of the US knows their Maple Syrup is a big deal. Not really a food, but whatevs. After all, they stated 'favorite tastes,' so that's Foursquare's out here in an argument.

4) I know from travel to Wyoming for a wedding last year that Huckleberry is a big deal in Jackson. I guess it's a big deal in Montana as well.

5) Michigan, my state of origin, makes some sense. Perch is pretty ubiquitous around these parts. I just don't much care for it, since there are many different seafood dishes far more tasty than Perch.

6) Via Sploid's write-up of this Foursquare curiosity ... I laughed at how many people from Indiana have no idea what Lemon Rice Soup is. I have had that soup hundreds of times, because Detroit is pretty populous for Greeks and Arabs. And Detroit is the Arab capital of North America. And Greek and Arab food is very common to find around here ... there's at least one joint that serves such food on every major street throughout the metro Detroit area, it's that common, like as common as a Starbucks or McDonald's. And having lived here forever and a day, you come to find that both Greek and Arab cuisine are like first cousins for closeness. You'll find a lot of very similar offerings between them, stuff like Grape Leaves, which I love, are both claimed by each culture.

7) Catfish is most definitely correct for Arkansas. I fucking love Catfish. It's so unhealthy ... most bottom-feeders among seafood are, due to pollution, and the likelihood of high concentrations of Mercury within them. But whatever, southern US fried Catfish is the bomb. It's worth the risk!

8) Crab Cakes for Maryland is also on-point. I absolutely loved them when I visited Maryland for a month. Would order them from pretty much any sit-down restaurant ... they all had 'em on the menu. And I'd wash it down with America's best regional macro-beer, Yuengling, from Pennsylvania.

9) My buddy dadxer reports that Conch Fritters are pretty good. I wish I had tried some while I was down in Florida for another wedding. He claims Conch Fritters are mainly a southern Florida thing, but apparently they're the bomb all through the state.

10) I'm actually kind of surprised that Pierogies are listed for Ohio. Michigan and Wisconsin have big Polish-American populations ... Detroit has a sub-city called Hamtramck that is the Polishtown of the region. And I've had tons of Pierogies over the years, as my grandmother and her side of the family were Polish-American.


So yeah, there are some spot-on listings, and there are also some surprises and curiosities on this list.

Is there anything you noticed that was right-on, or all-the-way-wrong, or just WTF?
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Bohemian 'Net Rhapsody.

Is internet real life?
Is it just fantasy?
Caught a comment landslide,
No escape from net neutrality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see...
I'm just a poor troll, I need no sympathy.
Because I'm easy come, easy go.
A little high, little low.
Anyway webpages blow, doesn't really matter to me...

To me.

Mamma, I just killed a man.
Put a comment to his head.
Hit "post comment," now he's dead.
Mamma, life had just begun...
But now I've gone and trolled it all away.
Mamma, ooo, oooweeoooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters.

Too late! My time has come.
Sends shivers down my spine,
Crapflood aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody. I've got to go.
Gotta type in a new web address and face the truth.
Mamma, ooo oooweeeoooo (anyway the wind blows),
I don't want to die.
I sometimes wish I'd never commented at all!

I see a little silhouette-oh of a troll,
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the troll-face-oh?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening, TROLL!
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo Figaro, Magnifico!!1

I'm just a poor troll, nobody loves me.
It's just a poor troll from a pleb family!
Spare the troll's life from this monstrosity.
Easy come easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No! We will not let you go!
Let it go!
Bismillah! We will not let it go!
Circular?
Bismillah! WE WANT ISOSCELES.
Who can go?
Only Johnny goes!
Let me go!!1 (Never)
Never let you go,
Let me go,
Never let troll go-ooohhh-ohhhhh...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me.
For me...
For meeeeeeee!!!1

(JAM INTENSIFIES)


So you think you can pwn me and spit in my eye!!1
So you think you can love me and leave me to die!!1
Ohhhhh, baby! Can't do this to me, baby.
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see...
Nothing really matters...
Nothing really matters...
To meeeeee.
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Happy Holidays. Are You a Psychopath?

Ho-ho-ho.

There's nothing better than taking the time to find out if you aren't like the others, man.





Basically, I'm flicking the switch, and throwing the fat guy. I assume I'd have that power armor that Ripley had in Aliens, since I can't throw anyone for shit these days.

Perhaps the guy should have qualified it more.

What if the fat guy protests, or begs for his life? I would assume it gives some people pause. That would definitely cause me to reconsider.

What if there is a person on the train who knows how to do something amazing, like curing all cancer, or figuring out how to safely travel through wormholes? And that person on the train is the only person in existence right now who is capable of engineering such breakthroughs? It might be a long time before some other genius comes up with the know-how to do that.

What if the fat guy was actually someone you knew ... and admired? Was a loved one?

Without the genius on the train, I'd probably side on not tossing the loved ones or those I admired. But I would at least try to persuade that person of the possibilities involved with their sacrifice. And if I was also fat, and could stop the train calamity, upon failure of doing that, I might actually consider sacrificing myself instead.

Perhaps those things point to less psychopathic tendency in myself.

Regardless, if there was a Fat Adolf Hitler, I'd throw that guy, even if the train was full of assholes. Always throwing, in that case.