Today I learned that one of the people I went to high school with and attended many classes with is a leader of the absurdist art project that is the fat acceptance/fat celebration movement. That’d be Marianne Kirby.

But MacBeth said it better concerning how I feel about this:

“Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.”

Ay. Oh no.

Man, these people are powerful stupid.

What does this mean? What is this person even talking about?

Lifestyle changes are much easier than dieting. I made a lifestyle change, lost a large amount of weight and I don’t spend more than a few minutes a day thinking about food or what to eat.

If you can’t spend a few minutes a day to make sure you don’t die of diabetes-induced complications at age 50 I don’t know what to fuckin’ tell ya.

All modern OSes are terrible and they all annoy me.

If I had a billion dollars, I’d pay someone a hundred mill to construct an OS just for me, to do exactly what I need (and that does include the integrated Space Laser and Any Mention of Jerry Seinfeld Anywhere Destructifier features).*

*Note: Space Laser also pewpews Jerry Seinfeld. From Space!

They are really good. I’m a sucker for music with weird spacey noises and this has plenty of that.

Also the blonde singer has really pretty slightly crazy eyes. Like not the kind of crazy eyes where she’d kill you in your sleep, but where she’d figure out who your greatest enemy was and if they deserved it, they’d just disappear one day.

Me: What happened to Fred? I haven’t seen him around in ages. Not that I mind.

Blonde singer lady: Yeah, who even knows? I heard, um, he liked Madagascar. He probably moved there. Let’s not talk about that.