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I’m not gonna say that thinking in this nation or in this day and age is swinging back around to something that makes sense or works better in a Leave it To Beaver kind of way… But I like to read stuff like this. Just good solid thinking about how things and people really work, unclouded by dogma and politics.

Just the other day, I read a news account of an 8-year-old schoolboy from Arkansas who was punished for pointing a cooked chicken finger at another student and saying, “Pow. Pow.”

…. “Thinking about violence and playing about violence is not the same thing as being violent. When we tell them not to pretend to shoot things, we don’t teach them not to do it, we teach them to lie.”

— Peg Tyre, Opinion: Let’s Not Demonize Boys’ Play - Newsweek National News - MSNBC.com

On a related note, this classic: Tornado Violence.

Hi. So I went to the Barber yesterday. I love my barber. He is an awesome kid, and he takes the traditional barbering gig really seriously. I kind of wish they had more of the whole combs in a jar of blue fluid aspect in their shop, but whatever. It’s a nice vibe nevertheless.

But the point of this story is for me to tell you this exchange:

Me: Yeah. I took the day off to do a bunch of errands with my fiancee.
Barber: Oh, what do you have the day off from?
Me: I work at the main headquarters of the library, out by the airport.
Barber: What do you do?
Me: Really, hardly anything. I’m one of those assholes on the internet.
Barber: Haha.
Me: No really, my job pretty much consists of making sure the internet keeps running for the people in the library. So, I pretty much have to use the internet as hard as I can, and just kind of sit around making sure that the internet works. The harder I use it, the better it works for everybody else. It’s a pretty cool job.
Barber: Wow.
Me: Except when the internet doesn’t work, then everybody gets really mad and calls my phone. That sucks. Then I hate my job even more than I do the other 100% of the time.
Barber: I know what you mean. Usually I’m just an asshole sitting in here reading my book. Until Saturday.
Me: Then everybody and their kid needs to get a haircut right NOW DAMMIT, right?

I thought it was cute and funny.

So, anybody who has some internet in their work, if you need somebody to help make it run better, I’m your asshole! Give me your internet job, okay?

Erotic catfood? (naughty post - don’t read if you’re easily offended) from Play Like a Girl [ who you should read right now because she is featuring more wacky Swede products like ‘SPUNK’ and ‘Plopp’ and ‘Pricks’!!! ]

In Sweden you can do things like name catfood suggestively. I don’t know if there’s anything to this, but “med Tonfisk” is that meant to mean “flavored gently of tuna”?

Over here, we express our shock at such things, and would never be so suggestively hilarious. Rather, we just need to package everything with amply displayed cleavage, and we’re fine.

Reminds me of a cat-patient at my sweetie’s workplace who was named ‘Punani.’ Which we thought was just gross and wrong.