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Cake day: June 19th, 2023

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  • Man, I miss my girl.

    She had just come home with us. Still in the house training phase, but reliably holding it for the most part.

    So, she was tiny. Just a wee corgi pup with two floppy ears still. All yips and puppy breath and love.

    We’re outside, and she’s watering the lawn while looking for just the right spot to fertilize.

    Up the road comes Bart. Big ol’ mixed breed with some pitty in him. Sweet dog, but too smart for his own good, smart enough to escape his yard at will. Which is why Bart did not make it to old age, unfortunately.

    Bart is a buddy. He kinda treated most of the neighborhood as second homes, but would sit on our porch and bark until I would come say hello.

    Luna, my little corgi love did not know Bart. She saw him coming, just chugging along across the yard and lets out the loudest yip, gets in front of me. She starts growling, her hackles rise up, and Bart stops cold.

    Bart looks at me like “the fuck is this?” He moves forward doing his best “I’m a sweet boy” walk. My little one growls again and steps toward him, in between us. She was not fucking around. Bart sits and kinda watches her for a bit, while I’m sitting her down and preparing to introduce them, getting her calmed and into the right frame of mind.

    And they ended up getting along great.

    But that little girl was going to fuck that monster dog up, at least in her mind. No way was that big ol beast going to mess with her human.

    Yesterday was the date she was euthanized, two years ago. Fifteen years, and was always that dedicated to her people.

    Unless it was a rabbit. Luna wasn’t about to tangle with a rabbit.









  • Well, it’s one of those things where you either learn to compartmentalize, or you quit fast.

    I moderated forums back in the early days of the internet. It was rough some days, to the point I had someone show up at my house because I wouldn’t let them abuse other users.

    I moderated on reddit, and it was both easier and worse. People like to complain, but automod being able to filter out so much of the worst without having to see it at all made the job bearable. If I’d had to wade through the bigotry, the worst slurs, and similar stuff that a well crafted automod rule could magic away, I wouldn’t have done it at all.

    But the fact that you have to constantly adjust the automod to catch up with the most persistent assholes is draining.

    And that’s not getting into the stuff that isn’t hate speech, misogyny, bigotry, and that kind of infection. People think they can say anything they want, any way they want, and you stopping them means you’re the asshole, even after that went on a rant about fucking someone’s wife and kids (seriously, that’s a ban I had to make) because someone didn’t agree with their opinion of a flashlight. Seriously, that fucking happened.

    Point being that while there are mods that go too far, the internet, and places like reddit or lemmy, would be unbearable without it. There has to be someone making those calls, keeping things from turning into the non stop scroll of venom and porn that used to be way too common back in the day.



  • He really is though. When you talk to bassists that have encountered his playing, he’s one of those players that revolutionized their thinking.

    I sometimes hang out with a buddy that fronts a sludge metal band, and the bassist is obsessed with Claypool. He rattles off all the bass player reasons, but they all amount to Les treating the bass as a full fledged art, which is why I love his playing.

    I still get hooked on My Name is Mud every time I hear it and have to play it a few times before I can move on. Tbh though, as iconic as that song is for the bass line, the drummer (the one the link is about) is just as amazing, and so is the guitar. Both match Claypool’s bass creativity very well on that track. Tbh, they always do, but it stands out more on MNIM.

    Shit. I just went full fanboy, didn’t I?





  • I used to know a dude that would have gotten hard at your written description here. No bullshit. Dude was obsessed with feet, and what he called “real feet” were his particular favorite. Feet that had seen some life, had been used was one of the few things he would talk about. Literally obsessive about feet.

    I guarantee he is not the only one. The only question is if there’s enough like that to make any useful money out of a feet only business.

    There’s something about foot fetishists that’s extra obsessive compared to any other fetishists I’ve run across over the years.