I grew up on that cat, and the ant, and the aardvark.
Say what you will about the movies and reboots, that was a cool cat.
There was one cartoon in which the “inspector” character was a vampire, and ran around with his arms in the air yelling “BLEH! BLEH BLEH!” So small DAV did too, sorry Mom & Dad.
…is there a reason Discourse wants me to know about all the badges I got?
I was wondering that too the other day, so it may not have been as random a thought as you thought, I think.
By the way, every one please, under your account preferences/settings here be sure that you have selected the “aroma-free” options for your badges, because (waaaaaaaaaait for it) —
I always enjoy it when topic headers randomly come together in hilarious ways.
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Disclaimer: Please don’t cook your dumb cats, they are bundles of fluff and love
Welp, at least it’s…helpful? I mean, good to know, right?
Watching my nephew’s dance recital last night, it occurred to me that in every group of student dancers, there is at least one dancer from the following categories:
There is some overlap, but not as much as you’d think. 
This should be in the griping thread, but since you bring up recitals, my wife takes voice lessons at a music school that mostly has kids. So there was a recital that she was a part of and, unsurprisingly, most of it was awful (she was terrific though- ironically, her teacher is awful). But there was this one girl playing Mozart… now I don’t really like Mozart to begin with, but she got lost several times and it went on and on and on for like ten minutes and I almost screamed.
I have a music/theater kid. I suffered through some…stuff. A lot of stuffs. I’ve stuffed things in my ears.
That stuffering has ended ( but not faded much), and now I just hand over money toward college tuition bills so that she can someday teach little kids to screech. Worthwhile trade-off?
PTSD says “yaaaaas.”
It’s 4:19. Got a minute?
I was working in the lab, late one night,
When I heard the gurgle of a water pipe,
I turned to see my monster in a cloud of smoke,
who said, “This sh*t ain’t bad, here, have a toke.”
My brother, who has never liked video games, even talked about how much he doesn’t like video games, just bought an 8000-game standup arcade cabinet from Amazon. He claims it’s because of a “mid-life crisis.” I’m baffled.
And it’s not even a real arcade cabinet. It doesn’t even have a CRT monitor.
It doesn’t have Spy Hunter 
Well it doesn’t have pedals.
Chill, but not that chill.
What an odd collection of games.
