Plepgeat, of the Scylding Geats
@plepgeat.bsky.social
Just a sober, cat-ranching man with a wife and a kid and a juris doctor who may or may not be six and a half feet tall and weigh an eighth of a ton.
Sorry you took it that way.
My point is that doing the amorphous "something" leads to the kind of ineffective wallowing that the DNC et al. have been engaged in for far too long. They have no direction or plan; saying "do something" gives them permission to continue their aimless, useless ways.
My point is that doing the amorphous "something" leads to the kind of ineffective wallowing that the DNC et al. have been engaged in for far too long. They have no direction or plan; saying "do something" gives them permission to continue their aimless, useless ways.
January 7, 2026 at 5:59 PM
Sorry you took it that way.
My point is that doing the amorphous "something" leads to the kind of ineffective wallowing that the DNC et al. have been engaged in for far too long. They have no direction or plan; saying "do something" gives them permission to continue their aimless, useless ways.
My point is that doing the amorphous "something" leads to the kind of ineffective wallowing that the DNC et al. have been engaged in for far too long. They have no direction or plan; saying "do something" gives them permission to continue their aimless, useless ways.
That's a remarkably odd interpretation of my statement.
January 7, 2026 at 4:39 AM
That's a remarkably odd interpretation of my statement.
Ah, the "Something must be done, and this is something, so this must be done!" approach that has worked so, so well in the past...
January 4, 2026 at 6:58 PM
Ah, the "Something must be done, and this is something, so this must be done!" approach that has worked so, so well in the past...
There is no font large or vibrant enough to represent the enormity of my "WTF?"
December 30, 2025 at 4:27 PM
There is no font large or vibrant enough to represent the enormity of my "WTF?"
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy O'Toole,
or
Lord of The Barnyard, by Tristan Egolf
or
Lord of The Barnyard, by Tristan Egolf
December 25, 2025 at 9:44 PM
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy O'Toole,
or
Lord of The Barnyard, by Tristan Egolf
or
Lord of The Barnyard, by Tristan Egolf
You do you, baby.
December 25, 2025 at 6:11 AM
You do you, baby.
THEM YOU CAN TELL ME
December 25, 2025 at 1:04 AM
THEM YOU CAN TELL ME
What do you like for OCR?
December 24, 2025 at 9:46 PM
What do you like for OCR?
As someone who hunts foxes behind someone else's hounds, I will have to beat my children instead.
December 24, 2025 at 9:39 PM
As someone who hunts foxes behind someone else's hounds, I will have to beat my children instead.
A link to the documents in question would be awesome, if you have one.
December 24, 2025 at 6:47 AM
A link to the documents in question would be awesome, if you have one.
Yikes. Does the UK allow an injured party to sue for damages?
December 22, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Yikes. Does the UK allow an injured party to sue for damages?
Exactly. We raised our kid with "This is not to my taste" as the go-to SOD (Signifier Of Dislike).
December 20, 2025 at 10:40 PM
Exactly. We raised our kid with "This is not to my taste" as the go-to SOD (Signifier Of Dislike).
We had cats and a dog, some chickens, and a few sheep. There were foxes and great horned owls and in the winter, when the sheep were in the barn having lambed, my mother and I would watch the tiny flying squirrels glide down to the feed-trough to feast on crumbs of sheep feed.
December 20, 2025 at 8:26 PM
We had cats and a dog, some chickens, and a few sheep. There were foxes and great horned owls and in the winter, when the sheep were in the barn having lambed, my mother and I would watch the tiny flying squirrels glide down to the feed-trough to feast on crumbs of sheep feed.
Saint Bourdain would forgive you.
December 20, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Saint Bourdain would forgive you.
MAN, but do I love people getting upset that a cuisine is simply not to someone's taste. "How dare you not like something that I like" is a very odd flex.
December 20, 2025 at 6:47 PM
MAN, but do I love people getting upset that a cuisine is simply not to someone's taste. "How dare you not like something that I like" is a very odd flex.
AWW HELL YEAH! That is a spectacular achievement; congratulations!
a man with his arms crossed is smiling and saying noice !
ALT: a man with his arms crossed is smiling and saying noice !
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December 20, 2025 at 6:43 PM
AWW HELL YEAH! That is a spectacular achievement; congratulations!
I lived in Manhattan from the late 1960s to the mid-70s, when my parents moved us to a farmhouse in Massachusetts surrounded by hundreds of acres of land. Since then I've lived in Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, deep Nor-Cal forest, and my current suburban city.
I like the woods. I miss them.
I like the woods. I miss them.
December 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM
I lived in Manhattan from the late 1960s to the mid-70s, when my parents moved us to a farmhouse in Massachusetts surrounded by hundreds of acres of land. Since then I've lived in Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, deep Nor-Cal forest, and my current suburban city.
I like the woods. I miss them.
I like the woods. I miss them.