Alistair Young @cerebrate@qoto.org

YOU KNOW WHAT THE SUPPLY CHAIN IS? IT'S THE CHAIN I GO GET AND BEAT YOU WITH UNTIL YOU GIVE ME MY RUTTIN' SUPPLIES!

(Of course, I could machine my own damned God-fearing American heatsink, but first, I need a heatsink.)

And it's not just that tariffs are a moronic economic policy in ways that should be pristinely obvious to houseflies and cheap plastic forks, it's that at some point after I place this order, I'm going to get Official Mail as Homeland Security go about collecting their $0.12.

Spending, by the time we're done, probably something like $50 in postage, bank fees, and general overhead to get it, which makes it, let's see, revenue-negative for the government by a factor of approximately 416.

(i.e., exactly what the _de minimis_ exemption was to avoid)

Thanks all to hell for protecting us from approximately a thimbleful of foreign aluminum. You absolute scurfwads.

A $0.12 TARIFF ON A $0.48 PART!!?

...mutter mutter use some dumb fuck's scrotum as a heatsink...

“Crem!”, swore Conan. “I’ve cut my muddy swath!”

#weirdcrossovers

What, I ask you, is the nut-growing equivalent of an orchard?

(Don’t tell me that it’s a nut orchard. That’s a linguistic bastardry like “armored cavalry”.)

Buffalo wings are a clear indication that Iolithae Septimian is back on her bullshit.

So… do you think fish baptisms use air?

Printing to the left of me, milling to the right...

...here I am, stuck in the middle with earplugs.

So, here I am facing some stock with my Cubiko (later to be used as the case for a yarn counter I'm working on), I start the program, and an extremely stunned sawdust-covered housefly comes flapping out of the mechanism and drops to my desk.

I am no expert in housefly expressions, but I'm pretty sure that was "What in the name of Housefly Jaysus just happened!?"

This morning's moment of hilarity.

Also, note to self: dust shoe, not bug shoe.

#hobbycnc

When someone talks about their enthusiasm for political assassinations, it should be legal to say "well, I don't approve of them myself, but since you do...", pull out a gun, and stick it in their earhole.

Not to fire it, of course; we're not animals.

But watching the real-time opinion reversal would be a joy and a grand amusement.

IN TABERNA QUANDO SUMUS

Gonna Void some Non today.

Juffo-Wup fills my fibers and I grow turgid.

The Gay Mer-Gate, a secret portal to a magical land populated by queer fish-people.

"And someone tell that guy that a collection of false beards and a willingness to incite punch-ups among his followers does NOT make him three distinct gods!"