Kentucky Fried Chicken now has onion rings!
And they are quite good, too. I got them instead of fries with my KFC order last night. They are just the right amount of crunchy, which I quite like, and of course have lots of delicious onion flavour as well.
And they’re not even greasy! Truly a culinary marvel.
Anyhow, here’s a thing I made today.
Bluesky is a-Twitter (LOL) with calls for Chuck to resign and let some liberals who actually believe in things take over.
And that’s made two things connect in my mind : calling people like that chucklefuck Chuck a DINO (Democrat In Name Only) and how I have been saying that we are in an era where the next generation rises up and kills the old dinosaurs like Chuck in order to really address the important issues of the day.
I was originally talking about the brewing outrage in Republican circles that might one day lead to Trump’s impeachment and arrest, but it applies equally to the current situation in Democratic circles plus it’s a pun.
So consider this current situation to be the asteroid that wipes out the DINO-saurs and makes actual fucking change not just possible but vitally necessary.
The barbarians have breached the gates and seized the capital and it’s going to take real guts and true passion to save the Library of Alexandria from these assholes.
Oh wait, this just in, Elon defunded all libraries.
Civilization sure was nice while it lasted.
I’m still mulling over exactly what I am going to do with my newly regained powers of video. The truth is that there is absolutely no reason to get particularly fancy with the videos. YouTube’s culture not only doesn’t call for slick video production, I am pretty sure people don’t even trust it.
And that goes double for TikTok. I must admit, I miss TikTok. My experience of it was quite positive, even when I got in trouble for daring to suggest that we, as a culture, have gone too far in the hunt for predatory pedophiles.
Heck, I didn’t even suggest it. I just asked if maybe it was true.
But it kicked off a whole lot of people completely freaking out on me and I replied to every single nasty comment and I absolutely LOVED it.
I need to get into that kind of trouble more often. Come at me, bro. I’m feisty AF and I love verbal combat above nearly any other activity.
But I can see how the role of YouTube provocateur might lead me down a dark path because the more controversial I am, the more views I get and hence the more $$$.
So I would have to watch out for that.
I know it’s possible to use TikTok on a Windows machine. You just have to use an AndroidOS emulator, which would help me in other ways too.
Like with those damned websites that require a cell phone to sign up.
In general, I should work on setting up various forms of crossposting. I’ve been doing this blog for an audience of maybe five people tops for a long time and it would not be that big of a hassle to look for some WordPress plugins that could crosspost this stuff I write to like, Instagram and Tumblr and Wattpad and the like.
I dunno. Where DO people post their long form text content these days?
I could even, in theory, use one of those voice AI programs to turn my text into audio and then turn that audio into video for YouTube.
I dunno though. It might be weird to have people I don’t know reading this thing of mine.
I might start actually worrying about how people are going to react to what I type instead of just basically writing whatever pops into my head when I sit down to write.
Oh well. Time for me to FINALLY take a shower with my new cast cover!
If this works out, I’ll buy one for the other foot!
More after the break.
Apres le deluge
Well the cast cover worked out great.
It’s basically just a long plastic sleeve with a big gasket (think “rubber ring”) at the top. Your leg goes through the ring into the plastic sleeve and the gasket seals around your knee and keeps the shower water out.
So yay, that part of the problem is solved and I can shower comfortably again!
Trying to make do with plastic shopping bags and tape was never gonna work out for me. I don’t know what competence magic Albert did when he fastened the bags around my feet, but it’s definitely beyond my meager capabilities.
You know, technically, dyspraxia is a learning disability, and that means I am both a wild out of control genius and learning disabled.
Something for me to think about in the future.
Anyhow, I was able to take a nice hot shower without the bandage on my left foot getting wet at all, and that makes me very happy.
Makes me feel that important bit more human, you know?
Watched a movie called Wild Robot with Julian last night. Holy crap, the feels. The plot is a mess structurally. The initial plotline ends and then the movie just keeps going.
For like, another hour.
But that’s forgivable because the movie has a very big heart and evokes very big feelings, especially in a big softhearted furry like me.
Plus one of the main characters is a fox named Fink.
And he starts off cynical and manipulative but through the magic of helping the robot Roz raise the little gosling Brightbill he learns warm values.
And there’s this scene near the end where Roz is going to go away from her new forest friends so the people hunting for her don’t put her friends in danger and Fink has this breakdown where he tells Roz that she can’t go because he needs her because she’s his only friend and he’s never had a friend before.
And that just wrecked me emotionally.
I’m tearing up just thinking about it right now. Because I am that fox. That scene plugged directly into my sad and lonely childhood and I felt everything that Fink was feeling and I cried.
Not as much as I should have. Stupid male emotional constipation, was I really that worried that Julian would think I’m a wimp?
But I cried, especially when I tried to tell Julian during the credits about what was making me so sad and I couldn’t get two words out before the emotion overtook me and I couldn’t go on. I couldn’t make more words come out.
And I am very glad all that happened. I need to cry. I need to let my emotions out in a way that’s way less cerebral than writing about them. I need to express myself.
Maybe one day I will get to the point where it doesn’t take a movie with a fox in it to push me to tears. The only other scene in an animated feature I can compare it to is that sequence in Zootopia where Nick talks about his trying to become a “boy scout”.
That’s basically what happened to me too, Nick. Thought I was starting to fit in then a bully chased me off.
Maybe I should watch the Fantastic Mister Fox again.
Catharsis is healing, after all.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.