These should be the Level Bosses in an RPG about a hair styling salon.

Call it like the old hair styling magazine from Spain, I think the name was Llongueras, I have NO idea what the word means but that double-L from Spanish is striking:
Lluvia, Llano, Llegar, Llave, Llama, Llorar…
any of these could begin with Y, they are unused words or vacant spots in the language, devoid of meaning:
Yuvia, Yano, Yegar, Yave, Yama, Yorar…

Anyway… Anton Chigurh hair, baby, yeah!
Anton Chigurh is the final boss! Cutting his hair then suddenly a coin starts flipping!

Milwaukei, an old Algonquin word meaning “The Good Land”.

bLaStS ! ! !
RiPs !! !
eVisCeRaTeS!!!

There are just some of the words made utterly worthless LOOOOONG AGO by the garbage dump that is 24/7 infotainment pundit industrial complex.

What would Mant do?
You know, the ant with human powers.
Build a colony, perhaps.

Banking and government office hours!

China’s cheating, it’s all crammed forcefully into one timezone, Beijing’s!
In far western China in winter, it could be noon and the sun is barely rising over the horizon. Then in summer the sunset might be at around 1am.

Sometimes the radar weather in some areas will glitch out, I’ve seen a large swath of digital dots spread like a fan all over some cities. The image refreshes every couple of minutes, I believe, usually the glitch goes away after a couple of cycles.

But what is glitching and why, I have no idea.

You know who this guy looks like?
Like a non-alcoholic Oliver Reed.

I wake up, feed the cats, take my supplements including a concentrated CBD paste, then stretch and meditate in my darkened room with a sleep mask, sitting in a relaxed but yoga-like position, with knees bent and the soles touching, hands nested on my belly, my back straight but with support.
Then I stay there, watching my breath, getting distracted, returning to my breath, getting distracted again, etc., for around seventy minutes!

When I come back out, I make my morning coffee.
I have been meditating every day for the past seven years. I used to do forty minutes, but right now I’m really enjoying the really long sessions, so I go with it.

It gets to a point that if I move my arms, even with eyes closed and a sleep mask on, I can perceive the movements like the ghostly shadow of the change, as if the body is also “seen” by another movement-based sense, and it manages to imprint itself a bit into the optical system. I don’t know quite how to put it into words, and it happens every single time, it’s happened hundreds of times.

Meditation is like a low-key, healthy and daily psychedelic experience. It’s beautiful, one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life.

hOw CoULd gOd LeT tHiS hAppEn To mE! tO mEeEeEeE!!!

That would be the rump and tail of the bear.

“Ok, we’re gonna have to do something about this, polish it up a bit, so potential customers don’t snicker… what’s your full first name, honey?”
“Gaylorda.”

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

Pray with me.

Smile for the hidden camera, you have been pranked! You thought it was indica, but in fact it was the mythical, elusive cannabis rutica!

You know, cannabis rutica, the one which Harrison Ford allegedly brought to the production of Star Wars in 1976, and which Carrie Fisher later blamed for being unable to recall most of her time on set during that period, under the spell and fog of that ol’ rutica magic.

Gotta hand it to Harrison Ford and his California carpentry buddies, with all their logging and crazy strong weed contacts up north in Humboldt County!

In so much of this cookie-cutter “hip” newer housing, it’s either this or a dangerously steep angle, sometimes even both at the same time.

Enshittified architects building enshittified spaces thinking only of how it looks, not how it’s supposed to be lived in with safety and comfort from Day Two onward, the novelty wears off very quickly and you’re stuck with an unnecessarily, potentially deadly space.

The difference between a shithead like this, and any and all sane people, is that sane people could see this unnecessary shitstorm approaching from afar, while these stunted minds only seem to be able to see things only after things smack then in the face.
Fuck him, all his ilk and the greedy, myopic, ignorant goddamned boat they rode one.

Yep, this is the one I was scrolling down to find.

Godfather.
Godfather 2.
The Conversation.
Dog Day Afternoon.
The Deer Hunter.

All five Best Picture Oscar nominees, three winners.

“I am at the center of god’s universe!”
From your narcissistic, myopic perspective with no depth, sure, that’s what you see. But from where we’re standing, you’re just another idiot, and you’re dead.

the vast majority of US citizens are abjectly fucking stupid who have no clear understanding how absolutely anything works or any understanding of how consequences follow actions

This happens both equally with the maga batshit crazy voters, and the narcissistic “my vote is a pure and delicate flower”/“bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL” non-voters.

Which is of course exploited by bad-faith actors pushing these lazy idiots back down on the couch and stroking their hollow vanity, to not do what they already didn’t want to do - doing the homework instead of just getting their “facts” from twitter or tiktok or whatever, taking the time and effort to register and vote, if just once a year, or at the very least once every two years for the midterms.

These idiots want instant results, have not a shred of a clue as to what political inertia is; just as medieval as maga, they want a political messiah with a magic political wand.

The 2010 midterms proved that these fickle mediocre idiots did NOT have Obama’s back, and lazily initiated a cascade that drowned their own future, rewarded the fascists for their virulent hysterical opposition, and to this day remain mindlessly, narcissistically oblivious to the fact.
Their mediocre motto as a mediocre electoral block is “If at first you don’t succeed, give up.”

So much of the world has rightly lost all faith in the intelligence and decency of the average american. As in - they have none, distractedly and lovingly fondling their purity, then sniffing their fingers and picking their teeth with those nails.