"I see no reason to fight when we can stand around and talk, really."

[Via Warren Ellis' ubergrid.tumblr.com via milonogiannis.tumblr.com.]

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.)

This a brutal song for a brutal video. It's a near-perfect pairing of bald-faced sound and disparate visuals.

Feel it:

Brutal.

(Video via YouTube user Burglar.)

Days like today don't come along very often.

It's a Friday.

A Friday.

And that means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Right now as this post is published, it is November 11, 2011 at 11:11 AM PST.

11-11-11, 11:11 AM.

Awesome.

And fuck you.

It's awesome.

Except when sometimes it goes wrong.

From the Tumblr account of Yuko Ota, one of the two behind the mighty webcomic Johnny Wander:

Cricket yawning. Photoshop doodle.

When the kitten yawns, she looks positively fiendish. I am not kidding, the face she makes straddles the line between disturbingly cute and disturbingly otherworldly. Do cats usually not close their eyes when they yawn? I think Rook closes his eyes when he yawns. Maybe Cricket is some sorta changeling.

Cats' yawns take up their whole head, their whole face.

The Deftones knew that. Hence what was on the cover for their 1995 single "Bored."

Here's the video for that song.

And the next time a cat yawns near you... watch.

It's Friday.

Yeah, it's a Friday.

That means it's a Fuck You Friday. Yeah.

So, that religu-larious nutcase Harold Camping claims that today -- 2011-10-21 as the calendar reads -- will be The End Of The World.

Well, it the world didn't end back on May 21 of this year when Camping said it would.

And it won't end today. NeverCo guarantees it.

It's sad that he's wrong and that people follow him.

Therefore, to combat that attendant sadness, let's consider the actual End Of The World:

You're welcome.

(End Of The World via AlbinoBlackSheep.com. Thanks to Luke, who showed it to me first.)

(Via Nedroid.com.)

This is a Friday.

Today is a Friday.

That means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Grace demonstrates what that means:

Now that -- that -- is what you call contempt.

(For Kath.)

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.

Friday, Friday, Friday.

It's a Fuck You Friday. Always. No exceptions -- ever.

It's important. Always.

Now, this:

FURTHER EVIDENCE:

Wizards have powers. It's key to know that. And y'know what?

Fuck you.

(The Final Battle by 5-Second Films. Wizard song from Sifl And Olly by Liam Lynch and Matt Crocco via YouTube user vinylsaurus.)