Latest Posts by kiltedkeefe - Page 4

A tired trope that needs to get flushed:

Intimate partner gaslighting in horror and thriller.

Typical situation: married couple moves to new city (foreign locale where she doesn't speak the language is optional). Husband is distracted by new job/important project/sales meetings and leaves her to her own devices. She exists for a bit so you get that she's a people, and then she notices strange stuff. Some weird dude following her. Honkey shenanigans at the corner grocery. The light fixtures spew black ink and sulphur fumes. Something.

She, having grown up a modern woman and having a Spidey sense on creepers because she's still alive, say to hubby weird shit is going on.

Hubby's automatic reaction is to discount her observations, says she's imagining things, she's overreacting, she's stressed, she's wrong because the stars aren't in alignment, whatever.

Doesn't matter if there's been multiple disappearances in the neighborhood. Doesn't matter if the drawing of the suspect matches the gardener exactly. Doesn't matter that she would have no reason to bullshit. Doesn't matter.

Why not accept that she's seen weird shit? Why not accept the fact that she knows someone is following her? Why not take her at her word? She knows how important the husband thingy is, otherwise she wouldn't have moved, so why would she try to sabotage it for no reason?

My wife tells me she saw weird shit, she saw weird shit. I wasn't there, so who am I to judge?

So found another bit of hilarious irony in the universe.

FORHERS: a website dedicated to women's health, offering psych meds for depression and anxiety, contact with mental health resources, prescription skin medication, and birth control options

HIMS: A website with boner pills and hair replacement.

Remember kids...if you're going to sell out, sell out hard.

moss-filled paw prints I just have to paint these pictures. look how cute 🌱🐾

Back in the Dim Times, when the only thing digital was our fingers and toes, I used hospital corners on a flat sheet to cover the mattress. There are YouTube videos on it, I dunno how to be explain without a visual aid.

I just assumed nobody really used the non fitted sheet that came in sheet sets and it was just in there so we could all pretend to be more adult than we are but everybody KNEW no one used it but @thelawfulchaotic thinks I am actually insane:

I love the lanyard.

Boatswain’s call - Bosun’s call with sailor-macraméd lanyard, 19th century

Reading through "manliness" discourse and websites, and I'm wound up dumbstruck.

So the takeaway from more left leaning wisdom givers seems to be the Alan Alda style of manhood, and is definitely geared towards the mythical Millennial tech worker. Bits of advice like "don't learn to fix things, learn to code" or "don't learn to defend yourself, learn to meditate" along with the assumption that you can always hire someone with these "outmoded" skills to do stuff for you. Not only is that classist as fuck, but why would you want to purposefully helpless in a good portion of your life? Sure, cars are getting more complicated all the time. Doesn't mean that you couldn't do basic repairs and maintenance with a basic tool set and some five minutes of YouTube. I personally saved us around $5k in repairs on the Vic with basic tools and videos. I changed out the whole cooling system-new radiator, new water pump, new hoses, new serpentine belt, even changed out the oil cooler with aftermarket because it was leaking into the coolant. I certainly couldn't have afforded that paying someone to do it for me. But I've got a running car that I only paid for parts on.

The flip side of this is the right leaning adviser that basically want to turn you into Heinlein. "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects". I'm perversely proud that I can do almost all of that, but I've led a weird life and I'm almost 50. Mix that mentality with the prevailing streak of neo-Victorian thought, toss in a soupçon of anti-intellectualism, and yearn for the magical time of the imaginary 50s that has no basis in reality.

I'm kind of the mind that all knowledge is good, and you never stop learning. Over the years, I've taught myself stuff that runs the gamut from picking locks to sewing, to formal table manners. Because I found them useful and interesting, not because of what manly men do.

So I've got a dog with depression. We've got two chiweenies, Elwood and Stimpy. Elwood looks like a pocket wolf with ridiculously huge ears. Stimpy looks like a regular Chihuahua, but with oh so soft fur. They were trauma dogs we adopted from the shelter, at about age 5 weeks, found wandering the streets, and Elwood had definitely been kicked in the ribs.

Two years later, they're my goofy little silly heads with wakeup kisses and all the snoogles (a cross between hugs and snuggles) one could ask for. Except, now there's a kitten. Scully is a beautiful little grey kitten about ten weeks old, who adores her older brothers, but constantly wants to play. Stimpy doesn't understand, he thinks she's being mean and avoids the pointy fur ball. Elwood took a shine to her the day we got her and is her big brother/wrestling buddy. Stimpy now gets sad, and sits in the corner, staring at nothing, whining to himself. We've increased his treats, I go out of my way to give him love, and basically force him to snoogle his mommy (he objects at first, but then remembers and isn't sad). Hopefully it improves soon, I hate to see the little guy so sad. Meanwhile, I'll keep sneaking him french fries and loves.

Only 4 for me. I've led a weird life.

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I aspire to be this filthy

My first post. Been a long time since I was on Tumblr. Suppose I should say something portentous and meaningful now.

Cheese is love. Cheese is life. Cheese is the glue that holds burgers and the universe together.