Treason!
Thankfully, my cats are asleep. Nasha is, at least. The others are in the bedroom, either sleeping or pretending to ignore the sound.
It's tonight's dirty pleasure. Triumph the Insult Comic Dog on CD.
I just hope that they didn't get too pissed when "Cats are Cunts" came on.
...
Sigh.
I miss TV Funhouse.
On a completely different note, reprobate's comment about "tragedy envy" caught my notice. I have to agree with the sentiment but not necessarily with the aim.
What could be taken for envy could very well be empathy; what's being downgraded to envy is actually theft.
I hesitate at the thought of understanding why someone would choose to show nationalism through the cannibalization of another's pain.
Yet another manifestation of my naivete, I suppose.
...
It may be me, but the assault weapons ban threads seem to sprout cries of, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about," like nether regions produce wads of tissue after the consumption of a box of prunes. The arguments hold other similarities; I won't torture my one reader by mentioning them.
From time to time we're all dogs... insofar as we're coprophagic, starved for our own voices.
Thankfully, my cats are asleep. Nasha is, at least. The others are in the bedroom, either sleeping or pretending to ignore the sound.
It's tonight's dirty pleasure. Triumph the Insult Comic Dog on CD.
I just hope that they didn't get too pissed when "Cats are Cunts" came on.
...
Sigh.
I miss TV Funhouse.
On a completely different note, reprobate's comment about "tragedy envy" caught my notice. I have to agree with the sentiment but not necessarily with the aim.
What could be taken for envy could very well be empathy; what's being downgraded to envy is actually theft.
I hesitate at the thought of understanding why someone would choose to show nationalism through the cannibalization of another's pain.
Yet another manifestation of my naivete, I suppose.
...
It may be me, but the assault weapons ban threads seem to sprout cries of, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about," like nether regions produce wads of tissue after the consumption of a box of prunes. The arguments hold other similarities; I won't torture my one reader by mentioning them.
From time to time we're all dogs... insofar as we're coprophagic, starved for our own voices.