I can't rewatch Enchanted because there is a literal reference to the Epstein sex crime-pipeline at the end of the movie and it is so gross.

I love that movie and Amy Adams is fantastic, but I can never unsee that degenerate shit ever again.

It's also not on accident because the executive producer on Enchanted was one of Epsteins' good friends, Barry Josephson, who is in the Epstein files, where he corresponds with him about finding him new hot girls to fuck.

Its everywhere. My bank has made it virtually impossible for me to wire rent money to my office at work because they suddenly want a piece of information that my office building doesnt have. I have had to use my spouse's bank to wire the money. On top of that, its going crazy with scam emails, phonecalls and texts from baf actors who try and convince us that we owe taxes and VAT and need to upgrade our access codes to our online personal info and yadda yadda. Its all over the place. Leaked security info. Attempts to abuse people's personal info. Constant attacks.

Welcome to the most boring world war. The cyber world war.

I started stocking up on canned food and water shortly after Russia attacked Ukraine in 22. Just to feel a bit less stressed about everything. I live in Denmark, and our government and military has been vocal for years about stocking up on supplies and how much and what things to buy. Lost most of that stuff when we moved into a house, so we are starting over and stocking up a little bit at the time. My spouse didn't take it seriously the first couple of years, but has come around recently so we are working on it. Still need power banks and more batteries and a new supply of bottled water. At this point in time, I no longer feel distress about it all because it has been ongoing for enough years that it's just kind of part of your everyday life now. That some crazy cyber attack could happen at any moment and screw your entire country over for hours or days. My goal is to have enough supplies to survive in the dark for two weeks. One of the perks of moving into a house: suddenly you have the space to stock up on supplies.

Is what it is.

Heard this lovely quote that I hold near and dear to my little heart: the man who sleeps with a machette under his pillow is a fool every night, but one.

Why do these people always look like cursed mannequins?

Are there even any disney princesses left for her to play? Haven't they pretty much butchered all of them already?

Det er der mange, der er. Jeg hørte et radioprogram for flere måneder siden, hvor de talte om, at der er rigtig mange playlister på Spotify, som bliver promoveret til lytterne ala "study playlist" eller "relaxation playlist" eller "workout playlist" etc, hvor samtlige numre er AI generede og kunstneren også er en AI kanal. Der er mange, der mener at disse kunstere i virkeligheden er Spotify selv, der laver disse sange og playlister, promoverer dem til deres lyttere frem for ægte musikere, og derved kan beholde al potentiel adrevenue selv.

Win/win

Jeg er ikke et sekund i tvivl om, at youtube er på vej i samme retning og det samme med alle andre platforme.

Fremtidige nye brugere af disse sider/apps vil aldrig opleve eller finde ægte kanaler eller kunstnere. De vil blive fodret med AI-lort og tro at det er alt, der er, mens platformene skovler alle pengene ind til sig selv.

Selvfølgelig, kan man være heldig at lovgivning vil kunne sikre skabernes rettigheder bedre på de platforme, der er, men jeg forholder mig pesimistisk til den slags. Er pt meget i "jeg vil se det før jeg tror det"-hjørnet når det kommer til de fleste ting, der har med moderne tech og politik at gøre.

I'd use the knife to cut branches and turn them into spears. Carve them really nice and pointy. I'd poop on the ground and smear the tips of my spears in my own feces. I'd find a way to sneak up on it while it is eating or sleeping or doing whatever. Throw my spears as hard as possible and as many of them as needed to make sure at least some of them hit the target. Then wait.

My biggest problem is that I am as atheltic as a potato, so I'd probably not be able to throw it far enough and hard enough to penetrate the skin. Depending, of course, on where thr heck I am positioned during the attack. If I am somehow able to be perched in a tree or on a tall rock before attacking, then maybe I am at an advantage. I could be supliment the spears with blow darts, also covered in poop, if I have the time to develop and use that tool properly. Ideally, I would like a bow an arrow, but I dont believe I'd have the skill and time to make a more advanced tool like a bow. One month isn't a very long time, after all.

Since T-rexes more than likely had feathers instead of the scaly skin we associate them with, there is a good chance, the spear/blow dart would be able to penetrate the skin - if my aim, strength and speed wasn't total shit.

I would also have to do all of this within the first week and attack it repeatedly to make sure it got infected beyond what its immune system could repair by itself. I have no idea how long it would take for a T-rex to die of sepsis, but the earlier it is hit, the better.

When you are smaller than your prey, you have to think of how smaller creature becomes a threat to bigger creatures. Poison is almost always the answer. The only poison we have ready avaiable, is our feces.

More than likely, I would totally fail in a real scenario and stay in my indestructable hut the entire time.

what I like about the movie's Portland, it's that the quirky nature of the city could be some of the weird magic from the woods bleeding into Prue's world. And because the closest our world has to magic, is art, creativity and alternative lifestyles, it manifests as a goofy town where all the world's weirdo gather.

I owned one back in 2013, I think. It was very annoying and I'm sure the tech is better today. Still wouldn't want one because it is so counter intuitive and extra steps to do something you already could do just fine with a mouse or touchpad.

Top left is Carrie

Top right is the Love Witch - a feminist horror movie that pretends it is from the 60s. It is very convincing in that endeavor. I personally didn't like the movie, but have endless respect for the vision and how it was crrated. The director, Anna Biller, recently made a new movie called The Face of Horror, that also pretends to be from around the 60s and/or 70s and it looks really beautiful. Haven't seen it, though.

Bottom left is Jennifer's Body

Bottom right is The VVitch - not Pearl. The VVitch is a period piece about fanatical religion in settler times and how a coven of actual witches starts messing with one fanily that has been cast out of the larger community and must life close to a dark, fucked up forest.

Pearl is about a woman who is stuck on her parents' farm and wants to be a movie star while also displaying signs of sadism and delusions of grandure. The difference between Pearl and The VVitch is that we feel sorry for the girl in the VVitch who gets blamed for pretty much every bad thing that happens to the family as she is slowly blossoming into a woman and doesn't know who to turn to for support and guidance.

Pearl is about a disturbed girl who snaps under the pressure of being stuck in a life she doesn't want and that the dream that has kept her alive all these years, will never go anywhere. Not so much a "good for her" type of story. More like a "feels bad, man" type of story.

Here's a couple of other "good for her" types of horror movies:

American Mary - very fun watch

Midsommar - artsy

Ready Or Not - goofy, but fun

I Spit On Your Grave - not a fun watch

Literally how my brain works. Not diagnosed with anything, though.

Andreas Odbjerg - Føler Mig Selv 100

Alfabeat - Fascination

Post Malone - Sunflower

Outcast - Heya

Teddybears Sthlm, Mad Cobra - Cobra Style

Beasts of the Southern Wild Soundtrack - The Bathtub

Reo Cragun - On My Way

Eliza Doolittle - Pack Up

Wafande feat Kaka - Gi Mig Et Smil

Against Me! - Crash

Gramatik - Muy Tranquilo

Som en, der voksede op i nærheden af en minkavler og har været inde, helt tæt på og se hvordan forholdene er som lille, så kan jeg kun sige, at det fanme er på tide at gøre det ulovligt. Folk forstår ikke hvor fucked up det er. Jeg legede nogle gange med minkavlerens datter og hun viste mig, hvordan de slår dem ihjel, hvilket var så mærkeligt at jeg i dag kun kan huske en stor rund maskine, som jeg simpelthen ikke forstod og jeg forestillede mig at de smed minkene derind og snurrede dem rundt ligesom i en tørretumbler, men det er nok ikke sådan det var. Kan bare huske mig at de viste mig det og at noget i min hjerne bare oversatte det til "stor, rund tørretumbler".

Det blev en slags tapperhedstest at gå ind til minkburene og gå hele vejen igennem til den anden side. De dyr var fuldstændig vanvittige og de levede i hvad der svarede til rottefælder. Deres foder var en slags masse, der bare blev klattet ud på toppen af buret som de kunne slikke i sig gennem nettet og der lå små bjerge af lort på jorden under hvert bur. Forestil dig at du lever i en gitterkasse, der akkurat er stor nok til at du kan snurre rundt om dig selv og intet andet? Og snurre rundt gjorde de. Hele tiden. Når man gik igennem deres område, gik de fuldstændig amok. Bed i tremmerne, hvinede, løb rundt om sig selv og jeg var ikke et sekund i tvivl om at hvis der ikke var jernnet mellem mig og dem, så ville de æde mig levende. Minkavleren kom hen en af gangene da jeg var på besøg og gav os nogle babymink at holde og jeg var så pisse bange for dem, men han tvang mig til at holde dem fordi "de er jo så søde". Jeg var ræd for at de ville begynde at æde mig.

Der er noget meget sygt i at se dyr blive behandlet på den måde. Især dyr, der har brug for plads, ligesom mink har. Dyr, hvis natur byder dem at føjte omkring og bruge deres energi. Og man kan ikke engang introducere dem til naturen på nogen måde, for deres hjerner er ødelagte og deres vildskab passer ikke ind i vores økosystemer. Om de undslipper farmene på egen hånd eller bliver lukket ud af dyreaktivister, så er historien altid den samme. De smadrer lokale økosystemer. Det eneste rigtige at gøre er at slå dem alle sammen ihjel og lukke for denne modbydelige industri. Jeg kommer aldrig til at have skyggen af medlidenhed for minkavlere. De ved udmærket godt hvad de gør og jeg ruller øjne over alle de latterlige billeder på nettet af smilende avlere, der står og nusser med dyrene. Det er på ingen måde sådan det er i virkeligheden. Stikker du så meget som en finger ned til de dyr, så æder de den. En blanding mellem vanvittig aggression og måske også en desperation for at sanse andet en jernnet og smatmad.

Desuden har minkpelse altid været klamme. De havde mange af dem, på den farm og pigen jeg legede med havde nogle stykker som hun legede med. Jeg tror måske bare at det var psykisk fra min side, men jeg syntes altid at jeg kunne lugte deres pis i de pelse. Ligesom ude i burene, hvor den eneste lugt de dyr nogensinde kendte i deres korte liv, var lugten af deres egen arts ekskrementer. Jeg syntes altid at jeg kunne lugte det i minkpelse. Også fra andre steder når folk gik rundt med dem. De lugtede alle sammen af minkpis i min næse. Jeg er sikker på, at hvis jeg den dag i dag blev præsenteret for en minkpels, så ville jeg stadig lugte minkpis. Jeg kan lugte det nu, blot ved at tænke på det.