I spent last week in a terrible mood, basically treating most interactions with the defensiveness and misanthropy I have managed to contain solely to driving. Those help, for driving. A lot. For all other interactions, I rather maintain critical distance. If that makes me appear standoffish and not worth talking to, This
Getting Hatey In Here
Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: And Now, Senor Curses Out ANOTHER One of His Teams. Or, Actually, All of Them.
It’s Thursday Already? Carpenter Afternoon Hang-Out
Your “Ain’t Got Time to Mate, I’m Here to Hate!” Sexy Friday Evening Hate Week Open Thread
“There’s No Debate – It’s Good to Hate” – Your Thursday Evening Hate Week Open Thread
“Feeling Hate in its Natural State” – Your Wednesday Evening Hate Week Open Thread
“Half-Price Tuesday = Double Value Hate” – Your Hate Week Tuesday Open Thread
“Don’t Be Late – It’s Time For Hate!” – Your Hate Week Monday Open Thread
Dante Hicks Tribute Carpenter Jorb
2024 Narrative Clearinghouse
Your mid-Wednesday Carpenter Jorb
Slumbo Wednesday With Not Weaselo – Substitutes Are The Worst (Except For That Who Song)
Sadly, the usual Wednesday night auteur, Senor Weaselo The Stringplucker, had an emergecy pizzicato party to attend, so you're stuck with the non-union equivalent. Fear not! I shall endeavor to guide us through this Humpiest of Days with a menagerie of mindfarts and wordvomit that should sate even the most