The Daily Life Happenings of Kluzzy

Yeah, I sometimes use it when I just don’t want to deal with Other People, but I’ve also used it to keep the grocery bill down because I’m not pulling the “ooh, that looks good” maneuver. It’s worse when I take Himself and The Spawn to the store with me.

Grocery delivery options were the norm for quite a long time, with food co-operatives and grocers offering weekly deliveries of pantry staples, or if you knew you’d need something in advance but wanted to make sure it was as fresh as it could be, delivery on a designated day. My dad, meandering towards his 70s now, was a delivery boy from the ages of 13-16 when he became an apprentice to the butcher he used to run deliveries for. He used to cycle up and down the length of the West End of Glasgow, dropping off food deliveries door to door, and if he liked the person, picking up their groceries from other stores along the way.

The rise of personal cars, giant super markets, and yes, the home refrigerator, killed off this feature of grocery shopping. Until recently when it’s had a blessed resurgence, and I do mean actually blessed. There are days when I wouldn’t have had the energy to go out to the store and get food and would have subsequently had to go hungry until my able bodied partner finished his 10 hour work day and went to the store for me. And I am lucky that I have a partner who is able to do that. But not everyone is.

Which is why I think it’s such absolute bullshit when there’s posts going over my dash calling this kind of thing “peak privilege” because some people themselves are privileged enough that they can’t imagine not being able to get up and walk to the store to buy their food. Like that’s ultimately where the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach comes from. It’s thinking “well I’m just being lazy” cause other people are calling it that, which, no!

Some of us need these services! They enable us to live without further suffering and that’s vital!

And inevitably the same people saying this kind of thing will turn around and say “well I don’t mean you, obviously, I mean lazy/able bodied/ neurotypical Susan” which no! You’re not getting it! This is infomercials all over again!

I don’t  care if lazy able bodied, neurotypical Susan uses this service, because without the lazy, able bodied, neurotypical Susans creating a demand for this sort of thing, it wouldn’t be available! If this service existed only for disabled people, it would either cost ten times as much, or it wouldn’t exist! Gah!

Just let people live, and maybe think more carefully about the things you’re criticizing as lazy before you condemn them. Just because something is a luxury for one person, doesn’t mean it’s not a valid and vital necessity for someone else.

Therefore I posit: having a missing person declared dead in the Shire requires the consent of their next of kin. Whoever Bilbo’s next of kin was at the time of the Hobbit (possibly Otho? I’m not sure) had him declared dead at the first opportunity but Frodo refused to ever do it.

Frodo had anxious hobbit bureaucrats knocking on his door every couple of years like ‘Mr Baggins… blease… it’s been 10 years… he was eleventy-one… can we fill out his death certificate yet’ and Frodo was like ‘absolutely not’.

biologist:

 (Like we’re so aggressively social that we looked at APEX PREDATORS and went ‘they look soft! Friend????’)

Colophon: a statement at the end of a book containing the scribe or owner’s name, date of completion, or bitching about how hard it is to write a book in the dark ages

Oh, my hand

The parchment is very hairy

Thank God it will soon be dark

St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing

Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink

Oh d fuckin abbot

Massive hangover

Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job

Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night

If someone else would like such a handsome book, come and look me up in Paris, across from the Notre Dame cathedral

I shall remember, O Christ, that I am writing of Thee, because I am wrecked today

Do not reproach me concerning the letters, the ink is bad and the parchment scanty and the day is dark

11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each. For such an amount I won’t write again

Here ends the second part of the title work of Brother Thomas Aquinas of the Dominican Order; very long, very verbose; and very tedious for the scribe; thank God, thank God, and again thank God

Second, here’s the original source, “What the caves are trying to tell us” by Sam Kriss.

Third, the original opens with:  “Every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave, and show them something unspeakable.”

What you have here are images of power, and do you really believe these characters are designed with titillating heterosexual women and bisexual and homosexual men in mind? Because I don’t think you do.

This is why the Hawkeye Initiative exists. Take common female poses in comics, put a man in the role, and see how “empowering” and “strong” it actually looks: 

Also: 

Hugh Jackman on a men’s magazine. He’s shirtless and buff and angry. He’s imposing and aggressive. This is a male power fantasy, it’s what men want to be and aspire to - intense masculinity.

Hugh Jackman on a women’s magazine.  He looks like a dad. He looks like he’s going to bake me a quiche and sit and watch Game of Thrones with me. He looks like he gives really good hugs.

Men think women want big hulking naked men in loin cloths which is why they always quote He-Man as male objectification - without realizing that He Man is naked and buff in a loin cloth because MEN WANT HIM TO BE. More women would be happy to see him in a pink apron cutting vegetables and singing off-key to 70s rock.