Monday: Three day weekends always end this way

However, it's even worse when a three day weekend ends on a monday that also happens to be "everyone on the internet acts like a fucking moron" day.  The flowchart covers the basics, but the fundamental point of this asshattery still confuses me.  If you're actually funny, you would do funny stuff all the time.  It'd be like your job or something.  If you're not actually funny, why do you think you can pull it off once a year?  Is this just another aspect of the Dunning-Kruger effect?  That's really the only thing that seems to make sense.

Now, on the other hand, I'm cranky and dismissive all the time, like that's the point of my blog.  Therefore, this post fits in perfectly.

I decided to do tonight's leftover lamb stew "curry style" with a baked potato.  And some cheese, because cheese.

Interesting theory I came up with today.  The prevailing theory is that Kim-Jong Un is either crazy, or attempting to use an exaggerated external threat to solidify a domestic position.  But, really, is being the dictator of a backward impoverished nation really that great of a job?  So, here's an alternate idea (which I admit has no justification).  China is concerned about a refugee crisis, and uses that as a justification for suggesting peaceful resolutions.  But, if NK can prompt an invasion, it can reasonably suggest that the invading forces are in the position of "you break it, you buy it," as has been the case in Iraq and Afghanistan. This would give China some cover for shutting that border entirely, under the guise of "we didn't cause this humanitarian crisis."  They could also be a nice place for KJU to move to with as much of the billions of embezzled money as he can transfer out.  Then, he trades up from dictator to exiled billionaire dilettante.

And that is what happens when I wake up at 7AM and don't feel like actually getting up, since I could probably snooze for another hour or so, but then that doesn't happen quickly enough.

"WTF is up with this savanna?"

• It's probably mean to wish ill on Texas, and convincing anyone with definitive evidence that they're wrong never works as well as it should, but this would be funny.
• Dr. Strange lives in a townhouse at 177A Bleecker Street, NYC, which is called the Sanctum Sanctorum.  Dr. Strange lives above a Pinkberry.
• All I can think is the door's perspective on this: "OMG man, I'm so sorry! I'll open for you as quickly as I can!"
• These people seem to be incapable of putting coherent thoughts down into sentences.
• Do you know how I know that David Pogue is a dumbass?
• Do you know how I know that Bill Kristol is a jackass who should just die already?
• No, seriously. Fuck you, Bill Kristol.