My dog tried a grapefruit once. It's hard to describe just how cute and hilarious it was when he'd take a little lick, shiver from the bitterness and shy away, and then go in for another lick.
We also brought home a mineral ball once, a big one, and he found it something eminently attackable. He'd move to grab it with his mouth, realize it was too large or too hard to bite or carry, stop, paw at it, and repeat, like he was attacking a giant bug. (He also used to body slam stinkbugs into the carpet - less cute)
Oh, when he was young, my grandmother encouraged him to be a lapdog. Unfortunately, he was a bit too big for that. So as he grew up, he was big enough that he'd sit on my grandmother's lap, but slowly slip off, and then jump back up to try again.
Oh, he'd also carry his food in his mouth out to the living room and drop it on the floor so he could eat 'with' us.
My grandparents' dog used to sleep sandwiched between the pillows. If you walked by in the middle of the night, you'd see her little head poking out, eyes glistening and watching you as you made your way through the hallway. Never seemed to bother my grandmother's sleep at all, having a little Pomeranian beneath her head all night.
She would also hop up on the back of the couch to get high enough to perch on my grandfather's bald head. And he would let her.
Really? Because it seems to me like literally every other "Start-stop-start-stop" shit he's been pushing for the past three months, which he has learned absolutely nothing from.
The desperation of some people to believe that there is some greater plan here, even if an evil plan, is astounding.
People are often stupid. We elected one of the stupidest. And his stupid followers are cheering on his every move. The only thing Trump reacts to, like most idiotic cult leaders, is more or less adulation. Expect more stupidity, starting and stopping at random or at the expectation of a negative response from his professional fluffers, going forward.
The only 'deeper than it appears' aspect of this is possible market manipulation.
I love reading about shit like "LLMs help scientists develop new pattern-seeking behaviors and theories" and shit. Fucking hate when I see AI art or places trying to 'streamline' their processes with half-assed AI assistance.
Cast a vote for Obama. Knew it didn't mean much, living in a safe state, but I considered it my civic duty to participate.
Almost seems quaint, that Romney was seen as radical by many of us. I remember my objection at the time, that I felt Romney would damage democracy at home and abroad with his policies and strengthen the oligarchic class.
I mean, he would have. But that we weren't immediately staring down a double barrel of fuckwadded fascism seems strange after having a decade of Trumpification of the GOP.
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My dog tried a grapefruit once. It's hard to describe just how cute and hilarious it was when he'd take a little lick, shiver from the bitterness and shy away, and then go in for another lick.
We also brought home a mineral ball once, a big one, and he found it something eminently attackable. He'd move to grab it with his mouth, realize it was too large or too hard to bite or carry, stop, paw at it, and repeat, like he was attacking a giant bug. (He also used to body slam stinkbugs into the carpet - less cute)
Oh, when he was young, my grandmother encouraged him to be a lapdog. Unfortunately, he was a bit too big for that. So as he grew up, he was big enough that he'd sit on my grandmother's lap, but slowly slip off, and then jump back up to try again.
Oh, he'd also carry his food in his mouth out to the living room and drop it on the floor so he could eat 'with' us.
My grandparents' dog used to sleep sandwiched between the pillows. If you walked by in the middle of the night, you'd see her little head poking out, eyes glistening and watching you as you made your way through the hallway. Never seemed to bother my grandmother's sleep at all, having a little Pomeranian beneath her head all night.
She would also hop up on the back of the couch to get high enough to perch on my grandfather's bald head. And he would let her.