Cripple. History Major. Irritable and in constant pain. Vaguely Left-Wing.

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Cake day: July 21st, 2023

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  • This, but you ever notice that it’s pretty much never passenger trains? This efficient mode of transportation is largely designed for and used by industry rather than for travel or commute.

    Yet massive amounts of goods are shipped long-distance via truck anyway, clogging up highways and polluting far more per-ton and per-mile moved.

    Truly the worst of both worlds! USA! USA! USA!





























  • In the original, the despairing ending was finding the remains of human civilization, which had destroyed itself.

    In the 2001 version, it bizarrely ends with the main character returning to Earth, only to find that he’d changed the past or something and apes ruled in the modern day, complete with a statue of Ape Abe Lincoln.

    I suppose the image, with the T-Rex surrounded by puzzled humans, felt more like the latter than the former to me.





  • PugJesus@lemmy.worldOPtomemes@lemmy.worldBlahaj is wild
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    13 days ago

    Yea, it’s like going to a christian household for dinner and eating before grace. They don’t expect you to participate in the prayer but the least you can do is not start eating before they’re ready in their own home

    Again, as stated in the meme, all of this happened on an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT INSTANCE, and Blahaj felt the need to intervene.

    Sure it’s a little weird to sit their with a bowed head while they leave their magic diety a voicemail but it’s not harmful and they aren’t asking you to convert in order to eat supper.

    They drove someone off for daring to have Wrongthink. Kind of sounds like they are asking to convert to eat supper - even at another table.



  • I was sad for like the first 6, in a “Dammit, you poor little bastards, you didn’t have to die, you just couldn’t live here.”

    After that? I rejoiced when I’d hear a mousetrap snap shut.

    There’s only so much skittering in the ceilings a sleep-deprived man can take before murderous rage replaces animal empathy. I thought we’d rid ourselves of all of them three times now. Each time, a few months past and the fucks are at it again. The landlord has tried an exterminator - though I use the term lightly, as all he did was put down some poison bait. Not sure if it worked.

    It seems to be a local problem, though. Just the other day I found dead mice on the sidewalk several streets away, too far to be our’s. C’est la vie.