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I named a chicken after this man

Any of you guys follow this man? It’s Nick Rekieta of Rekieta Law in his final form. He had a pretty entertaining YouTube channel explaining lawsuits line by line. Wholesomeness was his gimmick. Married his highschool sweetheart, homeschooled their five kids, regular churchgoer.

I listened to hours of his content about five years ago. So much so, it was playing while my chicks were in the incubator and one seemed like it had imprinted on his voice when it hatched. I named it Rackets after him.

Then the lawsuit I was following came to trial, he was wrong about all of it, and I quit watching.

I’d heard he’d had a fall from grace (he actually won the uncoveted Lolcow of the Year from Kiwi Farms,which is a pretty steep fall) but I had no idea how far. That’s him in a recent stream on the right (he may or may not have something sexual going on under the desk at that moment).

This week, his pastor turned him in and the police busted down his door down and found filth, 25 grams of cocaine, his wife and sidepiece, guns (legal ones, but it’s a crime to have them where there are drugs). They won’t see their kids for a while.

If you want more, YouTube is all over it. Oh, and Rackets the rooster keeled over in the long grass one day, before ever his first “cock-a-doodle-doo.”

May 27, 2024 — 5:57 pm
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Also gay

Ever since the first Assassin’s Creed game released in 2007, fans of the franchise have hankered after a version set in Feudal Japan. Well, this year they’ll get it. Good and hard.

It has two playable characters, a Japanese woman ninja and this guy – the one black guy in all of Feudal Japan (yes, he existed. No, he wasn’t a Samurai).

But that apparently didn’t piss off their fanbase enough, so they decided to make one or both LGBTEIEIO.

Part of the ongoing “I have control of this property you love and I’m wiping my bottom with it” trend in modern media. I can understand why activists do it – they’re activists – but I can’t understand why the shareholders put up with it. A failed videogame (or movie or TV series) is a very expensive proposition. BlackRock isn’t sliding them that much DEI money.

Have a good weekend!

May 24, 2024 — 7:48 pm
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I have no sense of scale

I bought one of these. It’s a single serve blender. I had it in my head that that glass on the top was like an eight-ounce tumbler so the machine would be a slim, compact addition to my kitchen gadgets.

It is, in fact, a counter-hogging brute.

Oh, well. It’s a smoothie thing. I think they designed it with gym bros in mind, one of which I emphatically am not. But I am kind of gullible when it comes to supplements.

I’ve taken and subsequently stopped taking scores of things after that one article I read in the Epoch Times (who, by the way, quietly renewed my subscription without me noticing when the three month trial expired).

So far, only two supplements make a measurable, undeniable difference: collagen (which makes my nails and hair stronger) and fish oil (which makes a definite difference to my achy hand joints).

My current smoothie is a spoonful of instant coffee, a cup of fancy Jersey milk, two spoons of collagen + hyaluronic acid + vitamin C, a spoonful of inulin (I don’t remember what this does, but I accidentally bought a big bag of it) and a scoop of protein powder (some sources say old people don’t get enough protein, some say they get more than enough, and some say you should chew your protein not drink it).

I buy my junk from a company that is obviously promoting itself for peak athletic performance. I have often contemplated writing them and saying they should make a separate website and packaging for that other potential customer base: wrinklies desperately clinging on to wellness.

Do you supplement? With what and how?

May 23, 2024 — 7:51 pm
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Welp, it looks like we’re getting a general election over here. On the 4th of July, no less!

Not sure what Sunak is thinking. He is emphatically not a popular politician and he will probably be the death of his party. Absolutely nobody voted for him. Not even members of his own party. He got the top job through some kind of dark WEF fiddle. No-one’s knows.

“Wet” by the way is kind of the British word for RINO.

Absolutely everyone running is a piece of shit and I despair. I think I’ll write in Donald Trump.

Other’n that, nothing to report. Wednesday is my day off and I spent it in the comfy chair watching YouTubes with titles like “the 10 creepiest last minutes caught on camera” and “Pet Owners Share The Most Ridiculous Reason They Had To Bring Their Pet To The Vet”.

Folks, I was born for this life.

May 22, 2024 — 7:57 pm
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Pet the doggy

It’s been a while since we checked in with the Prehistory Guys, but we were bored this afternoon and it turns out they have a project at Göbekli Tepe. Link goes to a whole playlist of short films about it.

Super interesting stuff. This is 10,000 years ago, just at the end of the last ice age, and they had cisterns for storing water and pipes capped with limestone moving the water around the complex.

They still think the builders were nomadic hunter-gatherers, even after finding this gigantic stone complex. As of 2021, only 5% of the known site has been excavated.

Did I tell you I bumped into one of the Prehistory Guys in town? Not surprisingly, he was at a historic attraction. I gave him the side-eye for the longest time, before sidling over and blurting out, “hey, you’re that YouTube guy, aren’t you?”

Then it got super awkward. A big fan would’ve known his name. After a few minutes scraping my toe on the pavement and clearing my throat, I slunk off.

Michael Bott is his name.

We kind of went off the channel because they spend way too much time photographing each other staring at the really cool thing. Oi! You! Show me the really cool thing.

I gave up on Cosmos for the same reason. Thirteen hours of Carl Sagan making the “ooo!” face.

May 21, 2024 — 6:58 pm
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Can’t we just let kids play?

Spotted in Sainsbury’s today. This is a character from a Lego playset called Friends. Her name is Autumn. There are three pictures of her on the box so I can confirm she is an amputee. Not, like, a half-built figure in progress.

She’s pictured on the front with a playmate, Leo, who is a brown person with pink shorts and a pink floral shirt.

Eh. The Danes. They could at least have given the poor girl a hook so she could feed the rabbits.

Story related. When I was about six, my parents were about to throw a party. My mother explained to my brother and me beforehand that one of the guests had lost both her legs (car accident, I think) and would be coming in on crutches and we were on no account to stare or make a big deal of it.

Comes the evening, an attractive young woman sweeps in without her prosthetics, a man on either side holding carrying her by the elbows. My mother took one look and shouted “OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOUR LEGS?”

Her legs were in the shop. I’m told our faces, staring at Mother, were beyond horrified.

One more. Some years later, my mother’s best friend had a prosthetic leg. She had an old wooden one (her swimming leg; she could float all day) and she kept it propped up against the wall in her bathroom.

Every time I went into her bathroom and spotted the leg, I blurted out, “oh, I’m sorry!” You know, like I’d walked in on her. Every time.

May 20, 2024 — 7:48 pm
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We shoulda called him Spot

The cat left something absolutely dees-gusting in the middle of the bed this afternoon. Uncle B thought it was something that had been through the cat, which called for an emergency vet visit. Which we were lucky enough to get.

Turns out, it was probably the remains of a victim (possibly after being lightly processed) and he’s fine. He needed worming anyway.

The duvet went straight into the trash, though.

He yelled at us the whole way there, was deathly quiet at the vet’s, then yelled at us all the way home. But since we’ve been back, he’s doing the oddest thing. He’s following me around, looking me straight in the face and meowing like he’s trying to tell me something.

It’s not food. It’s not outside (the door is open). He’s not mad. He’s been very friendly, in fact. It’s like he’s trying earnestly to tell me something about what happened to him today.

Oh, and the doctor said were aren’t to feed him any more. Ever. For as long as he lives. He’s just that fat.

Have a good weekend!

May 17, 2024 — 7:41 pm
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There really is an app for everything

Wifi controlled egg incubator.

I’d be interested if they included a candling egg cam. I was astonished when I candled my first egg. Folks, they flap around in there!

Meanwhile, I have just received the least effective phishing spam ever. The subject is “Purchase Confirmation 0991935444” – one of those where they try to trick you into opening a malicious pdf file masquerading as an invoice.

But the body of the email is “Good morning, cherished one! With each new dawn, may you be reminded of the blessings that fill your life. Start your day with a heart full of gratitude, and watch as the universe unfolds its wonders before you.”

You can’t fool me! That’s not a real invoice!

May 16, 2024 — 7:14 pm
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I can hear the wah wah pedal

I think this is the chicken equivalent of sexy times in the hot tub.

One of these days, Uncle B will remember he shares his Google photos with me. I am thief.

Oh, ew. He’s just sent me a picture of a dragon chicken. Obviously a painful mutation that some sadistic bastard decided to breed.

Ah, yes. Vietnamese mandarins.

May 15, 2024 — 7:34 pm
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Lookit this!

I got my machine back a couple of hours ago. They charged an eye-watering price for putting the drive in for me (never again – next time we bull through it ourselves).

But look at this! Is there anything more beautiful than a two terabyte SSD with one folder on it? I’m so looking forward to corralling my games in this one place. I shall bring them all to heel!

My house may be chaotic, but my hard drives – when I have the capacity – are neat as a pin.

May 14, 2024 — 7:31 pm
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