Last week I joked that my very cerebral, retired-police-chief-grandpa is basically Holt from Brooklyn 99 and then today someone said, “damn, we’re out of decaf” and he just deadpans “well there’s no need to get hysterical.”
Yesterday he said “if you need to insult the same person twice you’ve already failed in your goal to devastate them”
My Yaya was trying to remember the name of a guy who stole money from her in high school today and my grandpa instantly pipes up “his name was Bernie Ryan and he was a scoundrel”
I loved Rosa SO much but was wayyy too energetic and crazy for the poor cat to handle at first. I was much more used to playing with dogs but once I learnt the right approach we got along very well. I miss her. Do you guys have any childhood cat stories?
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
I know this place in California that I really think you’d like
“In March 2019, ownership of the YouTube channel hosting the original Nyan Cat video was transferred to Means TV, an anti-capitalist video streaming service.” oh my god… anti capitalist icon nyan cat!!!!
If you think about the significance of it… that’s a real sacrifice on her part. She became a little less human and a little more machine in order to protect humans from the machines. Her body is a weapon made closer to the enemy, than to the ally. She surrendered a bit of her humanity to protect others. She doesn’t identify with this other side in the slightest – she can’t. It’s her entire life purpose, to fight the machines, so she can’t be one. It’s already hard enough to be seen as one, despite her loyalty, her efforts, her struggles. Her devotion to the Resistance (Dani) is proof – if not the core – of her humanness, and she can’t stand to have that questioned.
