I’ve lived in NYC a long time without a working fridge, but you’ll be glad to know that I finally told my landlordesque acquaintance who rented me this place about it. (Next up: microwave, couch, chair — whoa slow down there, cowboy.)
Spoiler Alert: He’s forgotten to come by to check it out for the past two evenings.
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“He became a permanent member of the family, although his culture shock, survivor guilt, general boredom, despair, and loneliness frequently caused difficulty for the Tanners.”—The Wikipedia entry for ALF is fuckin’ serious.
It’s snowing, so conservatives are again mocking Al Gore and climate change fears.
I wish that the worldwide scientific community would come out and explain to people why they’re willing to stake their reputations on research which indicates that climate change is real, because humorous jabs at our political enemies are merely a distraction from genuine debate and genuine solutions.
But even more than that, I wish that scientists would use their secret brain control rays to prove once and for all that these conservatives are actually cold-blooded, soulless lizard people in disguise.
I have a mouse. He came out to look for some food just now, clumsily alerting me to his presence. I rose to confront him, which he seemed to expect. There we stood, in my kitchen, in a Mexican standoff. I looked right into his eyes, he into mine.
Time was frozen. I was holding my breath without knowing.
I had barely noticed the small crack in the wall, so I didn’t anticipate the move he took. By the time it had even registered, he was gone. Since then, I’ve been unable to take my eyes from the little crack. It feels much larger now, a vessel to another world filled with the strange and unwelcome, all potential visitors.
TL;DR: I’m buying some quick-setting cement and some fucking mousetraps tomorrow morning, goddamn it.
Who dat? is a chant of team support by sports fans, used especially by fans of the New Orleans Saints, an American football team. The entire chant is: “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? Who dat? Who dat?”