27. Astrophysicist, writer, artist. Michigan. Business inquiries: kaijunobiz@gmail.com
What the fuck is going on here. In the week since I published a micro-essay on how the Romans crucified dogs I’ve been followed by three blogs whose content is essentially if not literally exactly the same. I’ve tried messaging all of them. “Did you accidentally follow me with a side blog?” “Am I getting punk’d?” “What is going on here?” No reply. And like, I can’t tell if this is a cat meme that became sentient and is trying to get me popular enough to reach the niche of Greco-Roman Civilization-touting white supremacists so that they start crucifying dogs or like, is this a sentient dog meme out to punish me for the essay, what the fuck kind of Ghost in the Shell internet consciousness SCP is doing this? Is this a really advanced Russian bot or hacker trying to, idk, get information on someone publicly and outspokenly a hard Leftist? What the fuck.
———————————————— You say the dog word and they will comeI’m constantly seeing that crying cat meme on my dash and i gotta remind yall that cats and dogs do not cry naturally, those animals all have eye infections
i’m just worried this kind of anthropomorphism is going to lead to people not recognizing that their animals are sick.
dont worry, this is super photoshopped! this is the original, healthy cat:
thats the devil actually
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That’s the human equivalant of the “sir are you aware you are a cat” meme.
I thought I was Jewish when I was her age but I was actually Catholic so when my Jewish friends invited me to give a prayer at his house during Chanukah and I recited “Our Father who art in heaven…”, my friend’s mom got on her knees and said to my face in a super soft voice, “Joey, I think you’re catholic not Jewish,” in front of everyone and I thought I was in trouble and I started crying.
I was raised on films like Oliver and Annie, so I just sort of assumed I was adopted for the first five years of my life. Then one day I asked my mum who my real parents were. She blinked at me, baffled, then laughed and said “Halima, you’re not adopted.” I threw the biggest tantrum of my life.
That’s the human equivalant of the “sir are you aware you are a cat” meme.
I thought I was Jewish when I was her age but I was actually Catholic so when my Jewish friends invited me to give a prayer at his house during Chanukah and I recited “Our Father who art in heaven…”, my friend’s mom got on her knees and said to my face in a super soft voice, “Joey, I think you’re catholic not Jewish,” in front of everyone and I thought I was in trouble and I started crying.
I was raised on films like Oliver and Annie, so I just sort of assumed I was adopted for the first five years of my life. Then one day I asked my mum who my real parents were. She blinked at me, baffled, then laughed and said “Halima, you’re not adopted.” I threw the biggest tantrum of my life.
When I was about 4 my parents told me I was part native american and I was so used to them being depicted as the ‘bad guys’ in cartoons (ex: Peter Pan) that I freaked out and locked myself in the bathroom
Man at the bar on Saturday night, Craigville, Minnesota in 1937
