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Today on the Internet
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GregOttawa explains why Worf was paradoxically the last true Klingon:
Worf is so big on honor precisely because he grew up with human parents.
On Klingon worlds, they give lip service to honor but hypocrisy is the norm. Worf grew up reading about Klingons rather than actually meeting them. As a result, he was raised by the idea of a Klingon, rather than any one flawed example.
In this ironic crucible he emerges as a rare honorable Klingon, one shining example of an ideal long extinct, the last true Klingon.
It's fitting that he eventually kills both Gowron and Duras, the two great leaders of his time, because they are both hardly Klingons at all compared to him, being raised in the corrupt political culture of the time.
from r/startrek.
I love the Internet.
We came, we saw, we ate bacon
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baconfest winnipeg is in its second year but this was my first time going and it was worth it to eat stuff like what's pictured above, which is bannock (I think)
@cenquist was there with his sad/scary movember 'stache taking notes about everything we ate which I forgot to do because I was too busy eating, duh.
there were bacon cookies and bacon cakes and bacon hot dogs with bacon sprinkles and bacon cinnamon buns and bacon pitas and bacon ravioli with lobster and bacon ice cream and omg
Tyrone was looking extra-sharp in his fab new bowtie and stunning 'stache
there were my little ponies
whose bacony insides we devoured with bread and pickles and peppers, oh my
and which @kenquist used to stir his bacon-espresso-coffee creation which tasted good but got weird towards the end
and pose-offs in-between beers and bacon-infused drinks, of course
before rolling our poly selves home to lie around in a bacon-infused stupor for a few hours, as evidenced by Tyrone's lazy eye.big thanks to @elishadacey for the ticket hook-up!
She's too good for everyone
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I dragged myself out of my post-baconfest food stupor to share this with you
it's that cute and clever and awesome.
and you deserve to see it.
because I think you're great.
or maybe that's just the bacon talking.
...
naah.
this post is brought to you by stella's
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which is brought to you by the bad mood I was in until a few minutes ago when I sat down in this nice, cozy restaurant and a cute girl filled my coffee cup (twice already!) and I breathed a sigh of relief because it's been a rough morning, sort of.between waking up really late and not even remembering that I apparently turned off my alarm and rushing through a shower and tossing my hair up and smacking some makeup on my dingy morning face and rushing to class and falling down three times because it's so slippery and my morning class being a boring useless 'discussion for points' class in a freezing classroom and some dude almost cutting me while I waited in line for a table.
whew.
today has been a bit of a rough start and it's only 10am.
but it's only 10am and things should look up after this because I've ordered a baked eggs with bacon which comes with hash browns and rye toast and salsa and calories be damned because I've gone to the gym every day this week.
oh here it is:
how could my day not get better after this?
read a weird short story yesterday
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it was by margaret atwood and it's in her book called 'wilderness tips' which I got for christmas last year and am only reading now because I'm busy, dammit. the story is called 'hairball' and it's gross and weird and I can't get it out of my head.
in the story the main character gets a huge ovarian cyst removed and it's got tons of red hair on it and little bones inside and some teeth poking out. it made me spend ten minutes google image searching cysts but never mind that. in the story she decides to keep it in a jar of formaldehyde on her mantle and through a series of events during the story she decides to send it to the wife of the guy she's been banging. she buys expensive chocolates and rolls the cyst in cocoa powder and wraps it up and mails it to the woman during a dinner party so she'll open it in front of her guests.
now I can't get the story or the image of a huge, hairy cyst out of my head. I've got a really morbid fascination with stuff like cysts and internal organs and stuff like that and it weirds me out that things can just decide to start growing inside of you for no good reason. and that they might have hair.
I think it's the hair that gets me. some gross ball of flesh or cartilage I can handle, but it's like when someone has a mole on their neck or their face and these huge hairs are protruding out of it and you're just like
pluck yr goddamn mole hair
and it's all you can stare at. that's how I was with these pictures on google image search of cysts being removed or in petrie dishes or on the side of someone's face. they all have hair on them.
when I was a kid I had a ganglion cyst on my right wrist and it used to bother me because even though it didn't have anything else growing out of it I was convinced people noticed it. I'd read somewhere that they were called "bible bumps" because you could smoosh out a ganglion cyst by slamming it with a huge book and back in the day the biggest book in a household was a bible.
turns out hitting yourself with any force isn't so easy, so I wound up pressing down using an old nancy drew hardcover book and I actually felt the ganglion cyst start to dissipate under my skin which was 100% hands-down the weirdest feeling ever. it was like dull electricity or sparkles or something silver-feeling dissipating inside of me.
recently someone I know got a cyst removed from their face, and in the short story I was reading the chick saved her cyst and I wonder if that's a thing. if you can save your cysts for keeps?
I don't think I could. I think if I brought my cyst home in a jar, especially if it had hair on it, I'd lose my mind staring at it trying to comprehend how it could grow inside me like that. so I guess it's a good thing I just smooshed my ganglion cyst when I was younger or I'd really have a complex.
this is by far the grossest thing I've written in a while.
Cake - I Will Survive
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back in the day I wasn't into cake.
I thought their spoken-word styles were weird and short skirt long jacket was too out-there for me.
but then I grew up and got better taste in music and realized
hey
cake are actually the shit
and their covers are always
always
always
amazing
and that john mccrea grows a mean beard
which really gets my motor going.
mmm.
almost done
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this is the last time this term I'll spend my entire day working and entire night writing a paper and be exhausted and brain-dead and think as I sit in bedaw shit
I didn't blog today.
can't wait.
Hip Hop Sunday # 55 The Weeknd - House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls
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making brunch with ham and eggs and hash browns with caraway seeds in 'em
cause sometimes you need to get a bit fancy
even when you're cooking in yr underpants
at (almost) noon.
happy hip hop sunday.
I always remember my dreams
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once I had a dream that I was walking down the middle of a football field. it was 'indoors' because it had a roof over it and sunlight was coming in through spaces between the beams. there was a girl in a yellow dress and a white hat holding blue flowers and she let them go and I was running after them but couldn't catch them.
there was one time I had a dream I was drunk and trying to find a breakfast place. I was with tyrone and kat and we were all drunk-dialling people trying to find out which place was open and I wanted pancakes but Smitty's wasn't open.
there was one night I dreamt that tyrone and I were looking at this building that's actually being reno'd into condos a few streets over, and we went to go look at 'em but all the suites had this big, shared vaulted ceiling. only the bedrooms in the suites had individual ceilings which is hard to explain but it's true. we were all 'wtf' because there were all these couples clamouring to buy them and we were all 'guys you don't have any privacy' and they were like 'whatevs'.
one time I dreamt about tambourines but that was only because ford was playing under the bed wearing his collar with a bell on it.
last night I dreamt about
you.
