Another December Friday.

Getting chillier outside.

Regardless, it's a Fuck You Friday.

Listen, this is important. Don't fuck up Christmas for your cat.

Follow these important guidelines from pusheen.tumblr.com:

And if you dress up your pet (or any other animal for that matter) in Christmas clothing: fuck you. Seriously. There's no fuckin' excuse. Fuck you.

(Via Matt via the adorable pusheen.tumblr.com with an assist from Edgar.)

Yep.

And that means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Here in the USA, it is the Friday after Thanksgiving. Today is Black Friday.

What a monstrous joke.

Were George Orwell alive, he'd turn his face away in shame.

Consumption is a bitter joke. Can't you do something better with your one precious life?

Do something other than shopping today. Buy nothing. Do something worth doing. You can shop on the internet anytime.

But if you do go out there, be kind to the people working; this is a long day.

And hey, Black Friday? Fuck you.

Do you know what today is? Do you know what today means?

It's the first of the month. It's the first of November.

So, that means it's HAPPY LRRNNN DAYYYY!

CELEBRATE! WITH! OTTERS!

Lrrnn is more awesome than you can comprehend.

Yes, she is. This is her day.

Celebrate.

(Photos via carinbondar.com and thefeaturedcreature.com.)

It's October 9, and that means it's Leif Erikson Day.

Leif is credited with one of the first "discoveries" of what is now America.

And so, in his honor we present Joel Veitch's immortal (now deleted off of his site rathergood.com by fear of lawsuit) take on Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song."

With viking kittens.

Yup. You'll see; but beware... thar be auto-play ahead, matey.

(This important cultural artifact was archived here: users.wolfcrews.com/toys/vikings.)

In 2002 I won this huge plastic Made-In-China cup out of a claw machine at a Denny's in Bakersfield, CA. I won it on my second try by grasping the cup's handle with the claw.

On 2001/09/11 I was woken by a phone call from my roommate's girlfriend. She said turn on the TV. We did. I remember all my adrenaline dumping into my blood. My heart raced. I didn't understand what was coming through my eyes into my brain.

Now, ten years later, the United States Of America is a crippled nation with two wars depreciating everything that was good about it pre-9/11.

Who invades the wrong country? Who even does that? It reflects poorly. Very poorly. And should be remembered as such.

For now, we still have a cup to drink out of. And time to turn things back towards a more positive course.

(Photos via 9freepictures.com and dogpuppieswallpapers.blogspot.com.)

Hunt on, Doctor. Hunt on.

Today is June 6, 2011.

It is now sixty-seven years since D-Day.

Don't forget.

Further:

De nada.

(Gracias to Nick and to 5SF.)

As an aside to Pat: It's easy to say you chased the snakes out of Ireland when there weren't any there to begin with.