This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

Queso Casita

Pray with me.

Like a guy said to me in college:
“Man… if you lived during the Flintstones, you’d be driving a sportscar.”
Yeah, that was one I’d never heard before, I had to shake the guy’s hand and congratulate him for originality.

What’s the name of that station?
I’ve only been to NYC once, about ten years ago, but I did pass through this stop and if memory serves, it’s called Mets-Willits Point… I think? It’s the last or next to last stop before the Flushing terminus, that I do remember.

Pico de gallo is also the name of a street stand fruit cocktail in my town in Mexico.
Chunks of jicama, orange and… there’s another one I’m forgetting.

You sprinkle salt and powdered chili on top, then squeeze the juice of a large lime on top. It’s all eaten with a toothpick, you spear the chunks of jicama, orange and the other one.

The blues singer character Mississippi Gary from The Kids In The Hall comes to mind:

I got the blues so bad, I can’t even close my eyes… I gotta call a friend on the phone and tell him - “Buddy, come over and shut my eyes for me, I got the blues”.

Yeah, thank god I’m nowhere near that damned thing, and never will be.

Yep, this is the one I was scrolling down to find.

Godfather.
Godfather 2.
The Conversation.
Dog Day Afternoon.
The Deer Hunter.

All five Best Picture Oscar nominees, three winners.

Would you say that kid’s wearing an Op or a Lightning Bolt shirt?
I’m going with Lightning Bolt, because I don’t remember such huge collar on Op shirts. Of course, my memory could be glitching.

Remember how Op shirts were everywhere? Conversely, Lightning Bolt shirts were harder to come by, therefore cooler.
Meanwhile, with pants it was the opposite. Lightning Bolt was everywhere, Op was scarcer.

But zooming in on the texture of some background buildings, I’d bring it back to L.A.

That’s Paulie, his first cousin Sal owns a meat-packing business.
“LPT for ya, Paulie: steer clear of the capicola until further notice, capisce?”

Ah yes… the good ol’ days!
Exactly like the type of picture that would have been part of an Internet K-hole massive photo-dump a couple of decades ago.

Fiennes does seem to come from a posh background, doesn’t he?

Then maybe a commoner trained in Shakespeare can and does develop that poshness, the ability to deliver it effortlessly.
Was, for example, Peter O’Toole a noble or a hoodlum? Because there seems to be a bit of both in him at the same time.

But then I take a look at the full Fiennes family name and oof… there’s some olde stubbornly blue roots in there, in plain sight. The kind of thing you would spy on the guestlist for the weekly Saxe-Coburg canasta evening.

So is Rafe like the black sheep of his family, because he went prancing off to theater school and the bohemian lifestyle instead of a sturdy and dignified profession, like banking?

Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I am flabbergasted and illustrated, simultaneously at the same place and from a distance at the same time.

the vast majority of US citizens are abjectly fucking stupid who have no clear understanding how absolutely anything works or any understanding of how consequences follow actions

This happens both equally with the maga batshit crazy voters, and the narcissistic “my vote is a pure and delicate flower”/“bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL” non-voters.

Which is of course exploited by bad-faith actors pushing these lazy idiots back down on the couch and stroking their hollow vanity, to not do what they already didn’t want to do - doing the homework instead of just getting their “facts” from twitter or tiktok or whatever, taking the time and effort to register and vote, if just once a year, or at the very least once every two years for the midterms.

These idiots want instant results, have not a shred of a clue as to what political inertia is; just as medieval as maga, they want a political messiah with a magic political wand.

The 2010 midterms proved that these fickle mediocre idiots did NOT have Obama’s back, and lazily initiated a cascade that drowned their own future, rewarded the fascists for their virulent hysterical opposition, and to this day remain mindlessly, narcissistically oblivious to the fact.
Their mediocre motto as a mediocre electoral block is “If at first you don’t succeed, give up.”

So much of the world has rightly lost all faith in the intelligence and decency of the average american. As in - they have none, distractedly and lovingly fondling their purity, then sniffing their fingers and picking their teeth with those nails.

SEA and Astrum

Can confirm. The one thing that bugs me about Astrum is the clickbaity titles (along the lines of “The Image That Shocked NASA Scientists!”, that sort of thing), but don’t let that turn you off and away, the content is solid and the tone is much more grounded than those stupid faux-populist titles, which I’m sure the author chooses to gain traction with YouTube’s skewed algorithmic tyranny.

Another channel I’d love to add here is ParallaxNick, who does astronomy and science history videos, this man is a poet and a scholar, deserves a million subscribers and more.

Sauerkraut acidhead… sounds like any of the members of Can, Amon Düül or Neu!

I’d like to try that on a crunchy baguette.

This one might be a little different.

I eat only once a day, but it’s a big one, right before bed.
When I order takeout from… say my favorite burger place in town, usually a double cheeseburger, I ask that they apply no mayo, mustard nor ketchup, as I will reheat it all on the air fryer/toaster oven then apply condiments, don’t want the bread to be getting soggy for hours before dinner.

I also tell them to put the lettuce, tomato, onion and pickles on the side, for the same reason. I bring my own reusable containers for the separate things, to create no plastic/styrofoam waste. That includes tiny ones for the dressing and for the runny cheese for the fries.

Which reminds me of the fries - back home, hours later, I will refry them for a minute or two, they come out almost as good as new.

But this all being home, I can also play around with the burger. Such as stuffing it with a full onion, thinly sliced and caramelized on low heat with olive oil, pepper and a dash of Lawry’s seasoned salt. Maybe also sliced mushrooms sautéed in butter. I’ll also add a few extra slices of yellow heirloom tomato.

One last thing: while the onions are caramelizing on the toaster oven, I’ll also put another tray with a handful of asparagus in olive oil, pepper and garlic salt.

Like a friend described it, I like tuning the burger!
As in “car tuning”, custom burger mods.