Hello and welcome to another mind-bleaching episode of Woke Charmed! My sister joined me for this recap which always helps get me through this insipidity, so let’s just jump right into it!
Our story begins in a hipster wine shop. Yet another generic white guy with a beard is selling Mark Zuckerberg’s wife and her boyfriend a wine that pairs well with a heavy red sauce and a garlicky bruschetta. As the couple leave with their fine purchase, the generic bearded white guy pauses to sample some of his own wares when suddenly the lights go out. Generic bearded white guy hears a sound in the back of the shop. When he goes to investigate, a shadowy figure approaches him. Oh, wait, it isn’t a shadowy figure—it’s a figure that’s actually a shadow. The shadow picks up the white guy and hurls him into a table laden with wine bottles, which smash with a satisfying smash noise. As the white guy writhes in pain, the shadow approaches him and… PULLS OUT HIS KIDNEY! WHAT?
His kidney is all glowing and shit. It looks like a red-hot poker, or perhaps a freshly forged horseshoe pulled from the blacksmith’s fire. (“Ferrier,” my sister corrects me.) Why does this generic white guy have a magical kidney?
I guess we’re not going to find out right now, because the title card flashes and the scene switches to Connerparkerdude knocking on Maggie’s back door. She comes prancing out in a skin-tight, cleavage-bearing minidress at 2:00 in the afternoon, you know. As you do. She demands to know what Connerparkerdude is doing here. He tells her that he can’t stay away from her. “That smile… gets me every time.” To quote Belinda Carlisle, gag me with a spoon.
Connerparkerdude informs Maggie that Regina George has a new boyfriend now, so what’s to stop them? He wants to take her on a proper date. He tells her that he has tickets to Beyoncé. At this, my sister and I looked at each other and said, “Did he just say he has tickets to Beyoncé? Why would a guy have…?” and we had to pause it and rewind it and try to figure out how to turn on subtitles on Roku. Sure enough, he said he had tickets to Beyoncé. This WTF-ery became clear when the camera panned to Maggie, grinning in amazement, and turned back to find Connerparkerdude shirtless and holding a kitten.
AHHH. It’s a dream. You clever writers, so original.
The dream is interrupted by Mel banging on Maggie’s door. Macy wants to get to work early today, and Hilltowne, which appears to be approximately two square miles in size and comprises only the college, some neighborhoods and the police station, is apparently too large for them to just walk to, so they’re carpooling, which means that Maggie has to stop using Harry’s training orb for masturbatory fantasies.
Excuse me, what?
Yes, it turns out that she wasn’t just dreaming, she was projecting a fantasy using that thing that Harry used to create a mini dimension for them to train in way back in episode two. Eww. Mel asks her why she’s so interested in a philandering frat boy. I guess her whole “I was wrong about the Greek system” epiphany from last episode couldn’t be expected to last. Also, Connerparkerdude is a frat boy? I guess it makes sense since he was dating Regina George, but idk, in my experience, frat boys were… honestly, Animal House wasn’t that far off. I can’t see some hipster douchebag who quotes classic literature making it through initiation without getting paddled to death. Although maybe he could make it in one of the gay fraternities. After all, my favorite frat story will always be the one about the Sig Eps all sticking it in each other’s butts until they formed a conga line.
Maggie points out that he’s only philandering because she kissed him, and more importantly, when are we going to tell Macy about how we traveled back in time and overheard pregnant Mom talking about there being something wrong with the baby? That was a perfectly logical sentence progression and definitely not just the writers using bad dialogue for exposition. Mel reminds Maggie that Macy is already worried enough about what the psychic said, you know, about Macy having hidden darkness. Probably best not to worry her more.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Macy puts the pentagram pillar key around her neck, looking in the mirror to admire herself before reciting Bloody Mary three times. Definitely no darkness to worry about here!
From downstairs, Harry summons the girls to breakfast. Wait a minute—didn’t he move out?? He had suitcases! He said he was going back to the condo! Yeah, they initiated him into the shower pouf sisterhood, but no one said, “Harry, don’t go.” So why is he…? Never mind, it’s not important. All that matters is that he made them all bacon butties for breakfast, because British.
As they all stare at his quaint foreign food with great trepidation, Harry asks them if any of them noticed any strange seismic activity last night. Macy points out that earthquakes in Michigan would be very un-Scientific, but Maggie interrupts that yes, she noticed a tremor in the night when she got up to pee. Thanks for that visual, Mags! Harry’s fears are confirmed. Not about the peeing thing, but about the earth shaking thing. It was… A HELLQUAKE! Nothing to worry about, though. More importantly, where’s his orb? Maggie hands it back over. Harry looks like he wants to drown it and himself in hand sanitizer when he finds out what she’s been doing with it.
Mel says that instead of masturbating to Harry’s orb 24/7, Maggie should be registering for classes for next semester. Maggie says she’s considering dropping out of school. I think that would be a great, economically responsible decision. Mel is HORRIFIED. College is a really important time to figure out what you love to do, after all. Maggie asks if bartending is what Mel loves to do. Apparently the secretary job (gasp) fell through, so now Mel is working at the bar that didn’t exist until last week.
Now we all throw our heads back and laugh!
Macy commiserates that jobs in academia are hard to come by. Now that the Walton Family of Epigenetic Demon Guys has bought out the Generic Science Lab, apparently Dr. Kevorkian’s been fired (is that what we’re calling it nowadays?) and Macy is concerned she may be the next one on the chopping block. Considering that last week Dr. Kevorkian was stabbed in the neck and nobody even knows he’s dead, a literal chopping block wouldn’t be an unfounded fear.
Her fears do turn out to be unfounded, though; when she gets to the lab and meets her new boss, Mrs. I’m-Assuming-She’s-A-Demon Walton, it turns out she’s actually been promoted! Macy is getting Dr. Kevorkian’s old job, but it comes with a catch—Wal-Science is facing budget cuts as part of its restructuring, and that means someone’s gotta go. And we all know who: FRIENDZONE! He’s too expensive and he’s not important. Mrs. Walton gives Macy the job of firing him. When Macy protests that he’s her friend (IYKWIMAITYD), Mrs. Walton explains that she’s thinking like a vagina, and if she wants to succeed in the world of business, she needs to think like a penis. Penises fire each other all the time and then go out and play golf afterwards! So fire that Friendzone, dammit.
Over on campus, Maggie is being stalked by Connerparkerdude. He says he hasn’t seen her in World Lit since the Incident. So lmao she asked her teacher for a midterm extension and then just completely stopped going to class? Girl, it’s time to drop out.
Connerparkerdude asks Maggie if she saw the group text from Regina George. It turns out that she’s dating the Old Spice Guy now! Having traded up, she texted Maggie and Connerparkerdude with her blessing.
He then proceeds to ask her out using the same dialogue as from her creepy orb fantasy. “That smile… gets me every time.” Isn’t this an episode of Sabrina: The Teenage Witch? She somehow managed to make reality play out like her fantasy? He does not have Beyoncé tickets, though. Maggie requests that they go somewhere quiet and low-key for their date. He suggests he pick her up after her shift at the restaurant/café/whatever tomorrow. She gets off at two, right? Maggie asks how he knows that. The audience screams, “BECAUSE HE’S STALKING YOU.”
Over at the bar, Mel’s new place of employ, she is working on her graduate thesis: “The Future of Intersectional Feminism: Where do we go from here?” (Real Dialogue Alert: Okay, it wasn’t spoken, but those were really the words she typed.) As she mulls over her own genius, she is approached by a woman of whom, if I saw her on the street, I would cross the street to steer clear and with whom I would go out of my way to avoid eye contact. She looks like she would fuck you up and then take a leak on your maimed body as you bleed out. You know, like a good 2/3 of the vagrants in Portland.
Okay, I’m going to be honest with you guys. I already forgot that Mel is a lesbian. So when this hobo starts hitting on her, I’m like, “Whoa now.” And then Mel reciprocates and I find myself screaming, “Why? Why? Why did we have to write Niko out of this show? Look at this woman! Look at her! She looks like she smells of patchouli and cat pee! Niko was cute! Niko was pretty! Niko was easy on the eyes! Are you going to make me look at this escapee from Portlandia for the next umpteen weeks? Isn’t it bad enough that I have to look at the clone of Chelsea’s ugly boyfriend from Days of Our Lives? Am I going to have to see the person who spit on my shoes for not giving her a quarter in Pioneer Square, Seattle naked?”
Mel is so delighted by this bag lady flirting with her that she excitedly Facetimes Maggie. Her sister doesn’t have time for this exciting news, however. She’s too busy thinking about dropping out of college. This news is enough to knock all the hobo-flirt endorphins right out of Mel’s system. You can’t drop out of college, what do you mean by “I don’t know if I should waste all this time and money if I don’t know what I want to do,” that’s quitter talk and my mama didn’t raise no—
A knock at the door spares Maggie from this. She hangs up on Mel, goes to open the door, and the KIDNEY-LESS WHITE GUY collapses into her arms! “Charmed One, please, help me,” he begs before keeling over onto the floor.
Commercial time! WHAT? You’ve never played Tuber Simulator?! Pfffssssshhhhhh—
Commercial over! Somehow Mel and Macy, without Harry’s instant travel powers, make it back to the house before the kidney-less wonder regains consciousness, and the four of them manage with great effort to carry the unconscious guy to the couch. Why Macy doesn’t just levitate him is beyond me. Maggie comments that he smells like a wet dog. Mel doesn’t notice the smell—she obviously doesn’t have a sense of smell, since she found patchouli hobo attractive—but she DOES notice that he’s wearing shoes, which are not allowed on the couch. She pulls the unconscious dude’s shoes off and Dear Lord He Has Goat Hooves.
He’s a satyr! Apparently we’re doing all of that on this show. Witches, demons, banshees, creatures from Greek mythology, WE’VE GOT IT ALL. This show is still relevant, goddammit.
Harry uses his Whitelighter powers to heal the satyr’s missing kidney, just like in Star Trek IV. The goat man jolts awake and starts immediately fawning (or should that be fauning? ??) over the Charmed Ones. Harry starts to introduce himself as the one who, you know, healed his kidney. The satyr dismisses him out of hand, because penis.
The satyr informs them that he was a guardian of one of the shards of the Scythe of Tartarus. When Macy, who apparently doesn’t know everything after all, asks what that is, the satyr does this:
My sister: “If this is supposed to be Greek, why did he give them all flower crowns instead of laurel wreaths?”
Me: “Because they really enjoy emasculating Harry, okay?”
The satyr informs them that blah blah Greek mythology, you all know what Tartarus is, right? So apparently there’s a scythe you can use to get into it, but Zeus broke it into three pieces and entrusted it to three sentinels. The shadow demon figured out who the sentinels were—MIRACLE OF MIRACLES, THEY WERE ALL IN HILLTOWNE, MICHIGAN—and is trying to collect the pieces of the scythe so he can get into Tartarus and break the Even Worse Than The Ones We’ve Met Before, Yes Even Including The Harbinger demons out.
In order to locate the pieces and then bind them together, a beacon is needed. When the beacon is activated, it causes the pieces to start attempting to draw together. The beacon has likely been activated already, which is how the shadow demon is able to trace the sentinels of the shards. This all seems so very anime.
Over at the Waltons’ Epigenetic Demon Headquarters, the Head Walton is admiring one of the shards of the scythe. Big surprise there. “One down, two to go,” he says to the shadow demon. He also exposits to the shadow that the reason he wants to get into Tartarus is because he can’t get the goddamn paint can with the Harbinger inside it to open. He’s tried every spell and incantation—“Get it? In-CAN-tation?” (Real Dialogue Alert: That was real dialogue)—to no avail. He’s assuming someone in Tartarus will probably know how, and if not, eh, no skin off his nose. With nary a chuckle at Walton’s amazing pun, shadow demon shuffles silently away.
Back at the house, Harry is wearing sunglasses indoors and has passed out on top of a working blender. It took a few minutes, but by putting our heads together, my sister and I finally figured out that the hipster wine shop-owning satyr drank them all (except Maggie the soror whore) under the table last night and they’re all hungover. This show is great at beating you over the head with some things and leaving others completely vague and unclear. They formulate a strategy for stopping the demon. Without the beacon, they can’t trace the other two sentinels, but they might be able to trace the demon itself. Harry gives a sample of demon DNA from satyr’s wound to Macy to analyze. Mel says she’ll comb the Book of Shadows for information about shadow demons, and Maggie the Uncanny Millennial sets up a Google alert on her phone for any reported blackouts in the area.
Then she heads off to her date with Connerparkerdude, who says, quote, “I didn’t think it was possible to get this excited about broccoli.”
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Who is this guy?! WHY must we be subjected to this bland, uninteresting hipster douchebag just because Maggie needs a mouth to stick her tongue into? Maggie is like, “It’s so sweet that you knew I’m vegan.” I’m like, 1. You are? 2. HE IS STALKING YOU
Maggie and Connerparkerdude bond over their conscientious abstention from animal byproducts (so I’m guessing those boots you’re wearing are faux leather, Maggie?) and their terrible fathers. Maggie’s father was, of course, absent from her life. Connerparkerdude’s, as previously mentioned, was the sort of person who made his children read classic works of literature and discuss them at the dinner table—which was always laid out with a white tablecloth and three varieties of forks. Ye gods, no wonder these two are so insufferable.
They start making out, and Maggie overhears him thinking, I can’t let her find out the truth.
My sister: “Oooh! Deep, dark secret? Maybe he’s a demon!”
Me: “…”
Her: “…”
Both of us: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Maggie calls Macy to wail about whatever Connerparkerdude’s hiding from her. Macy tells her not to worry. Maggie is like, “But what if it’s a deep, dark secret?” Macy, in a definitely not defensive way, reminds her that having a dark thought doesn’t make someone a dark person; maybe his secret is just something that’s difficult for him to talk about, but not a bad thing. But she doesn’t have time for that right now—she has to fire Friendzone.
Or that’s the plan, anyway. Friendzone spends the entire conversation subtly pointing out how indispensible to the Generic Science Lab he is. He also says, and I quote: “Gregorian was a dick, Thaine was a straight-up sexual predator. I’m all for having some badass ladies taking over and righting the ship. It’s about damn time.”
People are all calling Kevorkian a dick even though the dude got stabbed in the neck last episode. RIP, Kevorkian, lying somewhere in a shallow, unmarked grave.
Meanwhile, Maggie drops in on the frat house where Connerparkerdude lives bearing a bottle of wine from the satyr, as you do. She is referred by one of the brothers to his bedroom. Bow-chicka-wow-wow. Maggie heads up to his room and knocks, only to find the door unlatched. She pushes it open and sees Connerparkerdude… injecting something into his left arm! DUN DUN DUNNNNN
First of all, I couldn’t even see what he was doing until we rewound it three times. Secondly, he had his arm kind of splayed across his stomach, so my sister thought he was injecting something into his stomach, so we were both assuming he was injecting insulin. Diabetic, huh? There’s some deep, dark secret, if you’re a member of the Baby-Sitters’ Club. But of course Maggie thinks he’s shooting up and runs away weeping.
Back at the house, Mel is not working on her graduate thesis. She calls Harry to tell him she found a shadow demon banishing spell. Harry says great work, how’s your thesis coming? Mel says she needs another extension. Harry tells her the university told him he couldn’t give her another one. I don’t understand this whole subplot about him being the head of the women’s studies department. Harry recommends she use her powers to freeze time while she works on her thesis, speculating that since it wouldn’t be the most exciting personal gain in the world, the karmic aftereffects would probably be pretty mild. So wait, did we ever establish whether Mel’s powers freeze the whole world or just a small radius? Regardless, she tells Harry and her thesis to get bent.
Mel isn’t in the mood to write 50,000 words on the topic of intersectional feminism? What is this show coming to?!
Just then, Mel’s phone dings, saving her from this riveting conversation. There’s been a power outage at the Hilltowne Fertility Clinic, which this town is apparently big enough to have. The shadow demon attacks some broad and grabs her piece of the Scythe, which triggers another hellquake. He escapes with the shard just as the sisters and Harry rush in. They hurry to the aid of the broad.
After getting the lights back on and apprising her of the situation, the broad admits that she suspected something like this was going to happen, as she’d noticed her Scythe piece vibrating repeatedly over the last week, like it was calling out to the other pieces. Maggie asks the broad if she’s a satyr; the broad huffily replies that exCUSE you, she is Tawaret, ancient Egyptian goddess of fertility and childbirth. Apparently this is also a thing we’re doing. The sisters awkwardly genuflect at her, which isn’t weird or anything.
Back at the house, Macy speculates that maybe the reason the shards are reaching out to each other is because they’re magnetic, like a lodestone. Science! Their discussion is interrupted by a fuckton of bees trying to break into the house. Harry informs the sisters that he’s entomophobic and proceeds to squeal and cower like a little girl. Macy, remaining cool, calm, and collected, explains that bees navigate with a form of magnetic resonance, and that the fact that they’re trying to get into the house indicates that… THE LAST SHARD IS SOMEWHERE INSIDE!
Now, what would the shard be doing inside their house? Mel wonders if it’s because their mom was a sentinel. Macy wonders if maybe their mom used the scythe to bust a demon out of Tartarus. (MACY’S DAD PLEASE MACY’S DAD.) Maggie wonders why it couldn’t have been the fun kind of Beyhive trying to break into their house. (Real Dialogue Alert.) Harry is too busy screaming about the bees to be much help in anything. Macy decides to open the doors and let the bees in to find the shard for them. The bees lead them to the attic, where they start swarming around a hatch in the ceiling. Macy uses her powers to open the hatch and bring down a box that has the last shard inside. The bees conveniently go away. They open the box, and another hellquake erupts.
Once the hellquake passes, Mel notices that there’s some kind of dancing going on under Macy’s shirt. She assumes that it’s because there’s a bee in Macy’s shirt, but SURPRISE! Magnetically, the key Macy found at the end of the last episode and has been wearing under her shirt pops out and goes sailing into the butt end of the scythe shard.
The sisters compare notes about the whole “Key to your past”/“Ibi”/“There’s something wrong with the baby” thing. They realize their mom’s key is the beacon, and Macy putting it on is what made the shards start vibrating at each other. Whoopsie. But the girls don’t have time for much more than a brief “we need to not keep secrets from each other” lecture before they realize that they need to brace for the shadow demon, who will undoubtedly be arriving to claim the last shard at any moment. They prepare the spell that Mel found in the Book of Shadows, which will banish the demon with light. Hipster music wails as they prep the spell in slow-mo. Mel says a Latin incantation with a Spanish accent. Etcetera, etcetera.
The demon shows up, knocking out the power to the house, but because of their prep work, eight billion candles are lit that the demon can’t extinguish. As the demon enters the attic, they cast the spell to bind it. But before they can finish it, the demon materializes the two other shards, one in each hand. They pulse and begin drawing toward the last shard, which the girls had placed back in the box that came out of the ceiling hatch. The box opens, but Maggie dives over the shard, pinning it under her body before the demon can grab it.
The demon dives on top of Maggie, and when they connect, the two of them are able to phase through the floor into the room below. They land on the bed in a romantic tangle, and my sister says, “I ship her with this shadow demon more than Connerparkerdude.” Maggie wrestles the shard away from him and runs out into the hallway. The demon pursues her, brandishing the two Scythe shards, which draw Maggie back towards him. She keeps her grip on her shard and the demon loses his, causing the fragments to fly together, reconnecting and forming the goddamn Moon Stick from Sailor Moon. I told you this was an anime!
The shadow demon lunges for Maggie once more. This time when they connect, she is able to read the demon’s thoughts. She realizes the demon is in pain, and asks him why he’s trying to get the shards. The demon doesn’t answer her, merely staring silently. I mean, the thing’s a shadow—why do people keep expecting it to talk?
Taking advantage of the demon’s distraction, Macy uses her powers to rip the Scythe away from him and bring it into Mel’s hand. Before Mel can react, though, she’s struck by lightning. She drops the Scythe, and it falls over the landing down to the entryway below… where’s it’s caught by none other than the patchouli hobo from the bar!
She and Mel lock eyes, and then she apparates out in the exact same way that Harry does, only with added lightning effects. With the scythe gone, the shadow demon also flees.
With the power back on, the girls and Harry regroup. Mel tells them that she saw that woman before. Macy asks if she’s a demon—Harry says that the fact that she stole the Scythe would indicate so, but her teleportation spell was the same as a Whitelighter’s. Macy asks if she could be a rogue Whitelighter; Harry admits that he’s not sure. He wouldn’t think a Whitelighter would go rogue, but he has to consult the Elders to be sure.
Maggie mentions the fact that she was able to sense the demon’s feelings, and takes it as a sign that her powers are escalating. She wonders how it’s possible that she could read a demon’s mind; Harry speculates that, like with Angela Wu, the demon may still have some shred of humanity left inside it. Maggie decides that her new career goal is to become a demon psychiatrist.
During this exchange, Mel is nursing her shoulder, which was struck by the patchouli hobo. Harry asks to look at it so that he can heal it; she pulls her sleeve aside and reveals that her shoulder is now covered in Lichtenberg figures, like the ones that were on her mother’s body as well as the bodies of the other dead Elders.
All riiiight! The bag lady is the one who’s been killing all the witches! This just gets better and better.
Mel asks Harry not to heal her shoulder, because the mark is like a physical connection to her mother. Macy whines about how her only connection to their mother is her internal evil. She also whines again about how her mom “gave her up.” ExCUSE me, why has no one mentioned Macy’s father since the first episode? Why is no one wondering who this dude is/was??? They have never once said that Macy was adopted, they said that she was raised by a single father who lied and said her mother was dead. Why am I the only person who remembers this? Shouldn’t Macy remember, you know, her own life?
Harry tells Macy that everyone has the capacity for darkness, but it’s your actions, not your nature, which define you. Macy takes this to heart and heads to the Walton Family Generic Science Lab, where she tells Mrs. Walton that she refuses to fire Friendzone: he’s too important to the lab. She says that it’s the way of the penis to lay people off, but, being a vagina, she tells Mrs. Walton she believes she knows of another way. Mrs. Walton says that if she can find a way to save the lab $40K, then girl power. Macy agrees and proceeds to head out to fire this guy instead.
Sisters are doing it for themselves.
Back at the house, Maggie gleefully informs Mel that she has signed up for her courses for next semester. She’s decided that she’s going to study psychology in order to pursue her new dream career of being a demon psychiatrist. Mel congratulates her and tells her that she’s made a decision of her own: she is going to drop out of grad school. Apparently her dreams of becoming a renowned women’s studies professor have begun to fade. She realizes that she was only doing it to follow in their mother’s footsteps, but now that she’s been horribly disfigured, she has a new connection to her.
But what about the articles in Critical Inquiry that make men feel as though their penises have been torn from their bodies?
This scintillating discussion is interrupted by Connerparkerdude, who has come to tell Maggie his deep, dark secret. He reveals that what she saw him injecting wasn’t drugs. It was “medicine” (but not insulin). You see, he has a “rare congenital autoimmune disease” (but not diabetes). It’s degenerative, and he’s slowly dying. He’ll be lucky to reach forty.
My sister: “So what is this ‘medicine’?”
Me: “Stem cells.”
My sister: “What, just liquid stem cells?”
Me: “Yes.”
Connerparkerdude admits that he hasn’t told anyone about this, not his frat brothers or even Regina George. He always felt like if people knew he was dying (albeit slowly), it would make people treat him differently or be a drag on the frat brothers’ good times. Maggie promises to keep his secret, and they stick their tongues in each other’s mouths. I sigh at the utter banality of this “deep, dark” secret.
Later, at the Walton Headquarters, Epigenetic Demon Guy is not pleased with the shadow demon. Where is the Scythe of Tartarus, goddammit?
The shadow demon steps forward to answer, and
OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDD FUCK YES HE’S THE DEMON FUCK YES FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Connerparkerdemon says, “Sorry, Dad”—insert more screams of delight from the cheap seats—“it got away from me.” He explains about the patchouli hobo, whom he believes to be a lightning demon. His father mocks him for being bested by a piddly little lightning demon.
In true Thanos fashion, he pits Connerparkerdemon against his brother, FBI Agent Demon Guy. “Never send a half-demon to do a full demon’s job,” he sneers. Ah! So Connerparkerdemon is a HALF-demon! No wonder earlier when he and Maggie were having their banal chit-chat, he told Maggie that his father always said his marriage to his mother was the biggest mistake of his life.
Dear God, please may Maggie and Connerparkerdemon not be siblings. Please may this not be Shadowhunters redux…
Demon Dad tells Connerparkerdemon that he’ll look for another way to open the paint can, but in the meantime, he needs him to use Maggie a little longer. Connerparkerdemon pleads that Demon Dad promised once the Scythe assignment was over, he wouldn’t make him do any other demonic errands. Demon Dad taunts him some more for being a whiny little bitch, and demands to know what Maggie’s power is. Connerparkerdemon tells him she’s an empath. Demon Dad is pleased, stating that this is something they can use. The episode ends with him sneering, “Don’t fail me again, son,” as Connerparkerdemon looks all emo-ly into the camera.
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Overall thoughts: Finally this show gets goddamn interesting. I’m telling you what, I had no clue what was going on for most of this episode because, with the exception of the slow-mo montage of them setting up the spell to wailing hipster music, it was breakneck fast. Even with subtitles on I had to watch it twice before I caught everything they said. But the two reveals of the homeless Seattle bag lady being an evil Whitelighter (?!) and then Connerparkerdude being Connerparkerdemon was like sweet, sweet candy. I’m actually unironically excited to see where this goes, until it inevitably lets me down. And then we can laugh at the fallout!
Spoiler alert: I watched the next episode already. The wokeness finally returns next week!
Bring me two of these before I read:
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My goodness. This is…um…I have no words.
The words you are looking for are “quality television” ?
All I got was something about tartar sauce… and lesbians.
And those do not mix.
And, that pushes me ever closer to telling the ‘grilled cheese sandwich’ joke.
Sorry for the very early OT: Funnel clouds are in the area, tornado sirens are going off, and I’m directly in its path. Off to the basement I go. Farewell, Glibs! 😉
Stay safe!
Be safe, and don’t panic. You know where your towel is, right?
No, you’re a towel.
Wanna get high?
Good luck !
Another victim of the climate crisis. When will we learn?!! When??!!!
Stay safe and take care, TH!
Stay safe. I was just looking at those weather reports.
Stay safe! Go sit in a closet and read a book.
Um, I just got one too. In NYC.
Jesus. The danger has past for me but a tornado has formed, touched the ground, and is on a path to hit a local hospital. Shiiiiit.
Glad it didn’t hit you!
Luckily I live in an old, very hilly neighborhood. My biggest danger is some of these brittle cottonwood trees losing branches and hitting the house. Local footage shows several people had their roofs blown off but no reported injuries or deaths yet. Let’s hope it stays that way.
As violent and destructive as tornadoes are, I’m always amazed at how few people are killed by them. That is a good thing.
Where are you?
Kansas City, Mo. The storm has blown into the northern rural areas at this point, allegedly heading for a small hospital in a town outside the burbs.
Whatever’s going on here seems to be passing just north of me, through northern Brooklyn and Manhattan. Now I just have a severe thunderstorm warning. *whew*
Never mind. Another tornado warning and it’s flying right over my house. Whee!
Dude, if you can , grab the kitties and head for the basement.
In fact, the new warning is only for Staten Island – which I can see out my window.
My phone didn’t go off for this one.
I don’t have a basement 🙂
I live in a 7-story apartment building (on the top floor ?), so lobby it is.
The radar shows a giant ugly red blob homing in on Staten Island. Maybe I should head downstairs now.
2nd one is directly south of me. So far just reports of hail.
Can I finish cooking dinner now?
OK it’s getting pretty hairy now. Back downstairs.
Isn’t that the second one you’ve had this Spring? Bizarre for that area, correct?
I blame Trump.
Not here. It’s extremely localized, though. Like a five-mile wide path.
Ah, never knew that.
I.e. so maybe the other one was too and I didn’t hear about it.
Yep. Just stay downstairs for the time being. I’m still holed up as well despite being out of smokes.
I think Trump’s wrath has passed. Hope everyone is safe from tonight’s Judgements!
More footage is coming in around here. More damage than I thought. Dozens of homes completely leveled, including a
large tree nursery/greenhouse that never had a chance. They just said that the tornado was on the ground for two hours straight. That’s not usual.
You know: if Pat Robertson really loved you, he could cast a spell on that storm.
Holy shit. Hope you and yours are safe.
I don’t think we got any tornados here.
OH FUCK ME. Cuomo just announced he will run for a FOURTH TERM. FUUCCCKKKKK
‘OH FUCK ME. Cuomo just announced he will run for a FOURTH TERM. FUUCCCKKKKK’
Well at least you now know where all that sudden hot air in your hood came from.
LOL radar shows a monster over central PA barreling down on my position. I’m sure it’s nothing.
Good luck. We had to go to the cellar about 2 weeks ago. Tornadoes are nasty critters.
I hope you and yours are safe.
The weather should be mocked and defied, not feared.
“hey tornado, you suck less proficiently than Winston’s mom!”
Damn straight!
https://images.app.goo.gl/jQfom2bE2aRGcHJe7
You bastard!
Lol. Sry, not sry.
Obligatory:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZH9ebAZouk
That’s our motto, here in L.A.
Then we snivel like little babies when it gets more than 4 degrees away from 75.
I fear anything below 32 would literally kill me.
It won’t?
I’ve never put the theory to the test.
Stay safe!
I’m saying it now – the only non-witch/demon in the series is lead sorority girl.
This is almost as dumb as The 100.
Is that the 300 without Gerard Butler?
Imagine a future where 105 lb girls beat up 300 lb cavemen every day.
But not as bad as that Anne Heche Aftermath show.
It was pretty good until they got to Earth.
I hate watched it for a couple of seasons but then it completely jumped the shark and I just couldn’t do it anymore.
So happy right now I never started on GOT. Also, Charmed.
Exactly…
this was one of those shows that had a fantastic idea, but no idea what to do with it. So they had all this great setup…. and then they just sat there blinking at each other in the writer’s room trying to figure out what to do next.
“the scene switches to Connerparkerdude knocking on Maggie’s back door”
Giggity.
My thoughts exactly.
What a story! Connerparkerdemon’s debut brought a smile to my face.
I knew it was coming (thanks a lot, Wikipedia) but enjoyed it anyway.
What do you think of the odds that CPD is going to betray papa demon and make half-demon babies with Maggie down the road?
100%
Yep. It’s going to be Buffy and Angel 2: Electric Boogaloo
Hell, I’d do him.
It was my favorite moment of the series. Super glad I managed to avoid spoilers for that, it made all the insipidity (of him, at least) worth it.
Woman attacks unsuspecting cameraman
What is this world coming to?
That shit was intentional. She didn’t even try to brush him back.
Reminds me of the clips that Andy Ngo posts of antifa rallies/protests where people have tried messing with his camera and stuff. But hey, it’s that damn facist Trump who’s really oppressing the “free press”.
fascist*
“But hey, it’s that damn facist Trump”
So he’s not a boob, or a butt man?
He is a thighs man.
Hold on, let me fix another drink first.
Yeah, I know, I was going to do that anyway.
OT – Today was a day for spotting wildlife. Driving up a gravel road, I saw a pair of hate birds with their hate chicks, who were still there when I came back down that road again. Also on that road I saw a small black bear, possibly a juvenile. It bolted into the trees, and thankfully I did not encounter the mother. But before all of that, Along the side of the highway, I saw what at first I took for a horse, but as I passed, I realized was a moose early in the process of regrowing shed antlers. That fucker was huuuge. Sadly, I did not get a picture of the moose.
“I saw a pair of hate birds with their hate chicks”
So they’re white birds?
*golf claps*
Remember your bear spray, UCS.
If the bear attacks, throw a milkshake at it.
But wouldn’t that bring ALL the bears to the yard?
Better that gravel road than Fourscore’s beehive.
But the little guys are so cute!
I have pictures but with the game cam and mostly night.
Can’t wait until lunch time and get to read this. Thanks, MLW.
I’m betting MLW invests more thought in a single recap than the showrunners spent on the entire season.
Second.
” (“Ferrier,” my sister corrects me.) ”
All this time I thought it was “harrier”. Damn, this site is educational.
It’s got to be kind the thinking going on in Gillette’s ad department these days. “Pump the millennial interns, they know what’s hot.”
~sigh~ meant that for BP above
Ahksually; it’s farrier (with an “a”) and while there was overlap in the duties of farriers and blacksmiths in the old days, in modern times farriers tend to stick with shoeing and trimming hooves while blacksmiths make the shoes.
UCS is busy so I thought I’d fill in.
Fuck I missed the typo
Also HA little miss know it all, I was right after all
I assumed ferrier, cuz iron. But I guess it can’t be cuz it wouldn’t be ironic.
Dont beat yourself up, you’re just a bit rusty.
I hope you didn’t steel that pun from someone else.
Trying to figure out how to mine this for more puns…
You guys are digging deep, now.
Correct from the original French.
Thank you, sir. I am a bit distracted being in Canada, and needing to get some sleep.
Anytime, bud. Enjoy the Iron Range and the North Shore.
DAMMIT, YOU ALREADY MADE A PUN!!! Oh, that’s an actual place. Huh….
nvm
Also, “*We* have to cut back? You’re buying new horseshoes!”
I watched a little bit of charmed when I was a teenager. It was entertaining enough for cable tv and the girls were hot.
I imagine I wouldn’t much care for the modern iteration.
I mean, if you wanted hot chicks and the supernatural, you had SMG and Buffy. Charmed was never even on the radar.
It was on my radar….
Go wash your hands!
Yep
None of those fucking gif links work for me. I click and click and click and each time another tab opens, no movement, until eventually it’s a fucking Instagram login page or some shit.
*grumble*
I just caught reruns of Bewitched from time to time. Elizabeth Montgomery was pretty special.
Barbara Eden
I see you dream of Jeannie.
I agree
+1 on the Elizabeth Montgomery and Barbara Eden. Before we had cable there was a UHF channel that played both those shows and I had a major young boy crush on both.
I’m also a huge original Twilight Zone fan and Elizabeth Montgomery was in one of my favorite episodes of it, with the Shat, in a a post apocalyptic town. She was super hot.
SMG?
Sarah Michelle Gellar.
What’s funny is that Buffy was on my radar, but only just. I wouldn’t even know SMG’s name except for that Weird Al song. (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Sub machine gun.
I play enough CS that that occurs to me too
The arkansas river (which flows through the city I work in) has now reached it’s all time highest flood level. All but one of the bridges into Ft. Smith have been shut down. I have been working nights, so getting into town in the evening and out in the morning hasn’t been too bad, but the opposite lanes of traffic have been backed up for miles for a couple days now.
It’s really incredible the amount of water there is and a lot of structures that have been previously thought to be safe from flooding are underwater. It’s been pretty crazy in these parts the past few days and the river isnt expected to Crest until sometime tomorrow.
I saw some sattelite images earlier that show the arkansas river being triple its normal spatial size.
Also game and fish has been going into flooded neighborhoods in their boats to try and stave off any looters. I’m normally not a fan of much the police do, but good on them this time.
I have no sympathy for the type of person who would take advantage of someone’s misfortune to rob them. That’s a shoot on sight behavior as far as I am concerned.
The real robbery happens when FEMA shows up.
Greenwood https://imgur.com/gallery/AlMp8kz
That is a little town of about 2500 hundred people i drive through this morning that now has one of the only two open roads to ft. Smith going right through the middle of it.
Ouch, stay safe and hope it settles down soon.
Same in much of MO this past weekend. I drove NewWife up on the bluffs of west KY so see could get a grasp of the situation.* The Ohio was up to the road all the way to the Cairo bridge: we were driving across a sea just a couple of feet above its surface. West TN is not bad at all.
The Mississippi has been seasonally normal for a month . . . down ten feet since March. Of course we can handle all that the Missouri and Ohio can deliver; there is almost never a perfect storm where peaks from MN, SD, and PA all wash down at the same time.
*Not all euphemisms are created equally.
My understanding is that tons of rain western oklahoma is the cause of all this flooding here.
It really is crazy to see the river as high as it is. I can remember my grandpa telling me stories about the great flood of 1927 and how bad it was.
The river is 4 foot higher right now than it was then.
A couple years ago when the AR flooded we were in the neighborhood visiting my wife’s ancestoral home. We were well off any major highway and came upon a “Detour-Road Closed” sgn and followed the detour arrow. There were several more such signs and we found ourselves stopped by flooding with no signs in them middle of flat, featureless farms. We tuned around and tried another road – flooded. Every road we tried ended up under water. We then realized the we’d driven this section already and it wasn’t flooded last time. I was getting worried and stopped to think rather than just blindly drive around in the middle of flooded farmland. I know that lost in the mountains you downhill/down stream. Lost in a flood? I guess you go uphill/upstream. We could usually tell which was the water was flowing and went towards/right angles to the flow. Eventually we saw some actual high ground (who know AR could be flat?)and headed towards it. We were relieved!
Easy for us modern folk to forget how close survival situations can be.
Tue. That would be a pretty eerie situation to find yourself in.
It went from nice ride in the country to Inconvenient to “we need to get out of here!” pretty fast.
The south of AR is alluvial. What we think of as the Mississippi is just general drainage of North America that wafts all over the place by the millennium. Other than one loess bluff, you can drive from MEM past LIT in basically the same bottom. This same system just whips and lashes east and west over the centuries, ever flattening.
1927 Yeah, so we live on a sand bar in the Mississippi River and get calls and such all the time: how are you!? We’re worried. Well, I’m well above the levee on the other side, so, until you’ve heard that a million Arkansans have drowned, there’s not much point in checking in on me.
This is what the popo should be for, guarding against those that will take advantage of the weakness of others. Not raising revenue for the king.
Don’t do anything stupid, like drive through a stupidly flooded underpass just because you think you need to get to the mill on time. Your kids will thank you later.
And call Safelite for that crack. Easy peasy and they’ll put a new one in about an hour.
I have the same sentiment on the looters. Stay safe and don’t drive through any water you don’t have to. Dangerous and ruins your axle bearings.
Stay safe as well! Though I get the feeling you’re not the type of guy to go unprepared until it’s too late. I’m sure you’ve taken what precautions you can.
Er, for Lach
“bacon butties”
Is that like a Sig Eps thing?
My own mother just texted me to point out that farrier is misspelled, God, I do all this work for you people and all anyone notices is my one typo smh
You say potato, I say potatoe.
Thank you for these. I’m certain they are multitudes more entertaining than the actual show ( although I will never watch them to verify this.)
And not nearly as many nosebleeds.
Ha-ha. I like your mom. 😉
Also, excellent work, as always. This has been a fun series.
Your mom reads Glibs? *Straightens posture*
Winston’s mom doesn’t get that level of respect.
Hunched over is a different form of respect.
A. Why would anyone watch this stuff?
B. Why would anyone write about watching this stuff?
3. Why would anyone read what someone has written about watching this stuff?
I really don’t know, but these are fun.
Thx MLW.
Cables https://imgur.com/gallery/MqiO48g
Tonight, the task is to fix the cable.
Can’t just cut the cord and go streaming?
The Big Lachowsky
LOL
Heh.
Just submitted my article for the SLDs series. I highly recommend it to everybody here. It’s hard to argue fervently for the other side, and sometimes it takes a bit of Derp to do so, but not the brain liquefying kind required to handle woke charmed.
Highly recommend *writing one* to everybody here.
I used up all of my clarity at work today.
Standard Libertarian Disclaimer?
Yup, the one robc did for the midday post today. Where you make the strongest argument you can for a non-libertarian position on some topic.
So basically “steelmanning”?
Y’know, I had never heard that term before today. A coworker used it in a conversation and I guessed what it meant by the context.
I think I got it from Slate Star Codex and LessWrong.
Anyway, whereas I’m extremely well-versed in communism, I don’t think I want to argue for it. Even though I could play devil’s advocate better than most U.S. academics who actually believe in it.
In my case, not so much that as an idea you find tempting. You know its not a good idea, but you would at least want it done right.
Maybe I’ll re-work my rent-control article that’s been on the back burner forever.
woo hoo, more SLDs.
For Woke Charmed you might want to switch those letters around.
DSL, so you can stream it?
(My initials are in there, too.)
DSL? What a fraud that was.
It really was except my sister and myself ended up with a year free when the private company we contracted with to provide it went belly up and the local telco didnt disconnect the dedicated line.
Eh, it worked out okay for me and mine. Mind you, our provider moved as quickly as possible to hybrid fibre-coax and then pure fibre all the way to the pedestal.
Which we lose in just over two weeks, ’cause we’re moving to a part of Edmonton that hasn’t been upgraded yet. Goodbye, true 50 Meg/100Meg upload/download speeds! Goodbye, Optik TV! **SOB!**
Still no fiber on my block. Last time I checked, it’s available on most of the blocks around me.
Looking forward to it!
Every time I try to defend my opponent’s position I end being an ethnostater.
Titty Tuesday offers brain bleach for the wokeness.
https://thechive.com/2019/05/28/join-the-dark-side-with-these-sexy-brunettes-50-photos-2/
I got charmed by 5, 10, 11, 20, 24, 25, 32, and 46.
33 does “it” for me…
And I want to find a new religion with 37.
37: realistic, achievable
Do boob job chix next.
https://mobile.twitter.com/NYMag/status/1133325076869337090
I have no idea what any of that is all about.
Anti bullying campaigners bullying.
Oh lord, there’s a long-ass article and I’m half-drunk. I’ll check it out later.
OK, I read about half of it and all I came away with was that these mental cases looked better pre-Photoshop.
They get it all wrong. You gotta have them swole muscles, the ridiculous pose, and the beautiful blone hair like the Chad Thundercock shown here:
https://i.imgur.com/NFiYQek.png
So I got an offer to do a guest lecture for a unversity class on “Disney Films and Secret Messages- Race, Ethnicity, Gender and
Sexuality.” It looks like they want me to do a comparison between those films and Ghibli films as well as a discussion. I do get paid for it so there’s that going for it.
Wait, are you in the film industry or the hidden messages industry?
Say it with me: “Why can’t it be both?”
BECAUSE I SAID SO!
I am in neither of those, I just help teach English to schoolkids.
Oh.
/haz sad I’ve never been asked to lecture, even got turned down asking to talk politics with HS kids when I was running for office. No Respect!
Go full SJW. Lay it on as thick as you can just to see if anyone calls you on it.
This may hurt my brain, but I’ll try.
Well, if anyone called you on it, you now have a potential new gilbber, there. It’s a new way to make friends.
BRB trying to think of theories because it’s been forever since I’ve seen Disney or Ghibli movies. Uhh, the sword in Sleeping Beauty represents Prince Phillip’s D which he utilizes to effectively murder the (demonized/dragonized?) empowered lady, Maleficent, in cold blood?
Shocker* First I’ve heard of this. Why wouldn’t the media have this story all over the place? Think we know why.
https://www.counterpunch.org/2019/05/27/the-evidence-we-were-never-meant-to-see-about-the-douma-gas-attack/
Gotta bang on those war drums.
The author mentions that chemicals have no electronics to chase … and that is correct. But weapon delivery systems usually do. And the author didn’t talk about that.
I played Bioshock: Infinite this weekend, and man… what an adventure.
Yeah, six years late. Whatever. I finally got around to it.
The ending is terribly affecting. Songbird, Anna, the realizations, the finale. Elizabeth’s voice actress nails her lines… her quiet disaffection you don’t pick up until replaying the ending.
“Booker, you’ve already been.” The wry lilt in her voice. Pitying him.
“This is the man who hired me to find you,” Booker says.
“Really.” Not a question. She knows Booker is wrong. You don’t know, not yet.
When Booker mentions smothering Comstock in his crib… it’s unstated, of course, but he’s talking about robbing another father of a son’s life. (Forget the big reveal of the scene.) Booker gave up his daughter to his everlasting regret, something he’d just recollected moments before. But then he describes killing an infant for the eventual sins he would have/ might have/ will have committed. There’s a terrible moment of unrealized significance. Maybe it wasn’t intended for the scene, but Elizabeth is unimpressed by Booker’s plan. Maybe I read too much into the animation. But it struck me.
I couldn’t get into that one. I liked the Deco atmos of the earlier one(s?) more. Though I didn’t finish any of them.
I have it, but am waiting to finish my re-play through BIOSHOCK 2. I go in cycles where I’ll be all into gaming for a few months, then not care to play for a few months. I’m in the not playing cycle right now. Coinkadinkley, the playing cycle is usually during the months on end I can’t leave the house because the world has 2 feet of snow…
That last moment. “Booker, is this really what you want?” Maybe it cheapens the sacrifice that what happens wasn’t what Booker expected. But what he expected was to murder a child, thinking it would end Elizabeth’s torment. (Or rather, ensure it never would have been necessary.) But Elizabeth asks, and I don’t doubt she would have derailed his little crusade if he’d demurred.
Are you talking about the same game? Because after songbird, the story completely lost the plot and disappeared up its own rectum trying to handwave away the fact that their twists for their own sake make no sense.
I’m still trying to figure out how they expect us to ignore the fact that earlier on, the militant resistance leader they try to get to fulfil ‘her half’ of a bargain is not the same resistance leader they made the bargain with, as they have shifted to a vastly different parallel world.
That is the most erotic thing I’ve ever read from a proclaimed woman on the internet. Honeypot confirmed.
OK, when/where was the “missing” kidney? The old woman in the hospital whose condition pisses McCoy off? She wasn’t actually missing a kidney, was she?
And, no: Dialysis != missing kidney*. I doubt he had a pill specifically for growing back a human kidney while travelling on a Klingon ship.
*function? Sure. Not the organ itself.
/nerd rant off. For now.
Well, she says ‘Doc gave me a new kidney‘ Not that he fixed her kidney. Depends on whether she’s a reliable a reliable narrator.
And
Well, I’ll be damned. I stand corrected. That puts a whole new spin on the 23rd century for me.
My apologies to MLW and CPRM.
My siblings and I used to have arguments, so when it came out my parents bought us the Star Trek Encyclopedia so we could mediate the disagreements. We were that kind of family.
For just…arguments? Like, any old kind of arguments? Or, were you all arguing over who said what in Feringi?
/Heh-dictionary wanted to correct it to ‘fingering’
Star Trek arguments. They were that common in amongst my siblings and I. We had regular encyclopedias as well for other arguments.
Ahh. Got it. And, I can see why they bought it.
We got is signed by James Doohan at a con. Like I said, that kind of family.
Yeah, and, I have no siblings, and, was/am a SW kid, but I figure we’re related on some level.
I really didn’t even realize how nerdy my dad was until after he died and I started thinking back on my life. I mean, he was manly truck driver/mechanic who played HS football. Sure we went to those trek cons, but that was for us kids, right? But he had a Star Trek the Motion picture poster, and he’s the one who showed us all Star Trek, and he listened to Star Trek books on tape while he was driving truck. Holy shit, he was nerd! *Keyser Soze Moment*
My stepfather liked Wonder Woman for the torpedo-tits.
And hell, do you not remember I’m the Glib who wrote an article about fan editing the SW prequel trilogy? I’m all kinds of nerd.
Yeah, I s’pose I did. Hey, maybe we’re step-related, too!
Everyone is Steppe related. /Genghis Kahn sex joke
::whacks CPRM with a polo mallet::
Anger. Rising.
Now, I’m very willing to believe that the issue is as simple as is made out in the article. However, I can’t help but think it doesn’t paint a full picture.
Anyhoo–fuck Gov. Bullock and the horse he rode in on. “Yes, yes; families are being destroyed. But, what about the State, and it’s ability to hire more lackeys? Plus, getting sued? WOn’t somebody please think of the State?!?”
“But she could never reach the state’s demands.”
Nobody can if the bureaucrats’ cash is on the line.
Anger Rising
https://youtu.be/FGuJ3tvKgo8
Holy shit! I do believe that’s Puffy on drums!
I never knew about this. Probably because I usually avoid anything ‘new’ when it comes to music.
Yes, I’ve done that for quite a long time now–why do you ask?
It’s Mike Bord7n fr8m Faith No More. Robert Trujillo is on bass.
Yeah, that’s the Puffster. I like me some FNM, of the The Real Thing era. He’s a helluva drummer.
And, I’ll even cop to a bit of rock heresy: I prefer their version of War Pigs to BS’s.
Well, it just sounds spot-on. It’s cleaner/tighter, but still just slammin’. Not disparaging Sabbath-just a preference.
Well this is kind of like the showing of the leg scars from the greatest movie ever. Here’s my river update. I live between the Illinois and Mississippi rivers both of which are projected to have the second highest crest ever this weekend. The highest being The Great Flood of 1993 of course. All the levees surrounding me, which have not failed yet, are projected to overtop this weekend. Which means there will be no, as in zero, highways connecting my entire county to the outside world. Working from home during the next few months is not really an option (HughesNet) so it’s probably going to be a mix of boating to a staging area and staying with relatives with seeing my family on weekends.
both of which are projected to have the second highest crest
everIn the last 200 years this weekend.Fair enough. I live next to the river bluff, the tops of which show how much was gouged out from the last glacier melt, and that’s about 80 feet higher.
Stay dry.
Sweet Lord! Stay safe, and then, maybe, see about a different, non-Eden type home location.
/I know–it’s great 99.999998% of the time. Or, whatever percentage you prefer.
It’s great but not that great. It’s still Illinois
Well, if you can stand the heat, we got plenty of room in Texas….
Just sayin’….(No, not him/xim)
The Female ??♀️ Orgasm ?? is a MYTH
Women are not capable of producing sperm and therefore DO NOT need to cum♋️!
Why would I, a MAN??, waste MY time trying to trigger an orgasm reflex ????in a woman when it is NOT POSSIBLE?!
Ladies, stop telling us your lies! Our semen has reproductive capabilities ? whereas your ”ejaculation”? is just URINE?. You’re PEEING on us and think this is funny?????
needs moar timecube
I see you too read the Steele Dossier.
Well, it’s kinda funny….
Oh, balls…I was supposed to be replying to Q.
where in Texas ?
Wow. A reverse Brooks.
That’s…I’m….o-0
got it: between Terlingua and New Boston
Don, if you were posing that to me, I’m Metroplex. But, I’m meaning state-wide, for the most part.
/think I’m pretty close to Gojira, actually.
Late night rambles. I took a two year stint as a low level FedGov manager and already pissing everyone off by: maintaining the budget below projection, actually stepping outside of my office to be engaged, questioning stupid FAA policies, stopping to stupid US (federal government) v. THEM (our union).
Wonder if I will make it two years.
I had a second interview today; third is Thursday.
Hiring manager sends a lot of negative body signals: he wants a small mind he can dominate. But their VP loved me: we were old pros swapping stories; he knows I can contribute, cross-pollinate.
But who wants to get in the middle of a mess; I’m much less playground politics and much more search and destroy.
Wonder if I make it two years.
I had my keys on the table today because the shorts I was wearing didn’t have any pockets. So I read what was written on the back of key fob. Last week when I bought the car I tested to see if it had a remote starter on it, I pushed the button and nothing happened, ok. Well, from reading the fob, I found out I have to push the ‘lock’ button then hold the ‘start’ button; and it fucking works! This will come in handy after summer.
A pair of shorts without pockets? Burn them, absolutey useless. Also, that’s a pretty neat feature though I’d rather just stick with the ol’ manual key insertion. /phrasing
absolutely*
English is hard.
‘absolutey’ IS a good word…
/If you ever want to change your Glibs name
That’s why I said after summer, which means here in Wisconsin I can now warm my car up before I leave, and given that now my fingers go numb when they too cold, it will be very useful.
Oh, even more excellent then.
I don’t worry about pockets, I have a satchel. Only my family is allowed to call it a purse. I think it’s a testament to how scary I look that I’ve carried it for over a decade and no one but my family has even dared to call it a purse. That’s when you know you’re BOSS.
Perhaps you thought they were mis-pronouncing the word.
You wanna say that to my face, bitch!
I know; ‘murse’ is up there with ‘jorts’, and, ‘man-kini’.
Love reading these MLW. Glad that they got less woke so it was more tolerable, sorry it gets worse again next week.
How did things work out for DoomCo?
OMG, OMG, OMG! I can’t wait to read this.
/prances away like a little girl
I think I know where Chafed learned his prancing….
I was envisioning more this. I’m the DIRECTOR here after all!
Hmmm…Not bad (and, will garner Playa support).
Chafed–what do YOU think?
Definitely some Homer prancing.
::pffft:: Fine…..
Once more the Empress of Derp delivered the goids. Im up much later than I should be because I had to read it.
Excellent, all according to plan. My horde of sleep-deprived zombies is almost ready…
Good night Sir Digby, double dose of Hat and Hair tomorrow, so be ready. I sleep now, will be back tomorrow night.
Huh. I had a double too. Btw, Pendleton whiskey is shit.
Holy crap….
Dammit, my reply-fu fu-king sucks tonight.
That was a reply? Time to quit drinking.
Oh, Buddha…
Ya know, I can think of other, less-expensive ways to limit violent confrontations between police and other citizens.
I was sure traffic stops are to use us as ATMs. Now I have proof.
Hmmm….that checks out.
I’ll allow it.
And the scales fell from his eyes when a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt was handed out by a cop on a MOTORCYCLE!!!