June 14th, 2016

#5234: Twigs eats corn on the cob.

Yeah, he hasn't been with us a month and he's already got weird habits.

I've heard of cats that eat corn on the cob before. First time I've seen it.

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So, the radical islamic terrorist who shot up that gay bar in Orlando--turns out he was a regular there, despite living 120 miles away.

Also had a profile on a gay dating app.

The spin on the story is amazing. Because the media want to blame this on white Christian gun owners, not insane gay muslims of Pakistani descent.

So, there we have it: the left has officially declared that muslims are a more important minority group to them than gays are.

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Good for you, Trump! If someone with access to your campaign is going to lie and mischaracterize you, you may as well revoke their credentials. Screw 'em.

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Mrs. Fungus is watching cat videos and I have two cats on my desk. WTF.

#5235: The birdbath

So while I was working on getting the grass cut last week, I moved the bird bath and the sundial so I could cut the grass in the center of the yard where we keep such things. Seeing the cracks in the bird bath reminded me that it had been broken a few days after we got it, and I remarked on that to Mrs. Fungus, that the repair I did seems to have held up rather well as it's still watertight.

We got to talking about that, and we realized something: in the three years since we put it in the middle of the yard, though hot and cold, calm and storm, that bird bath has not moved one iota.

The night it got broke, a few days after we got it--it wasn't wind that knocked it down. It wasn't an animal. Someone was blundering around our house in the dark and ran into it, not expecting it to be there, and broke it.

That gibed with something else that happened a month or so later: one day we went out onto the back patio and found that our lawn furniture had been moved. We chalked it up to wind (it had been windy the night before) and/or one of us--probably me--having moved it for this or that reason, but neither of us was ever really convinced that was the case. The furniture was arranged in a way we would not have placed it, and in a place we wouldn't have put it; but absent any other explanation, what else made sense?

Considering other things which were going on at the time, though, we've come to realize what actually happened: it's pretty obvious that there was someone who was trying to look into our windows, and on one occasion ran into the birdbath which had just been put on the corner of the patio, and on another moved lawn furniture so he could see our family room from the kitchen windows.

Pity the security camera wasn't watching that area until later; it would have been nice to take that to the police and get this perv off the streets. But those incidents are partly why we put it there in the first place.

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Law enforcement isn't allowed to know that muslim terrorists may target gays because politics trumps reality in the Obamanation.

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What did the FBI know and when did it know it? The gay martyr is increasingly being demonstrated to be a self-hating gay muslim who drank. Now, homosexuality and liquor are utterly forbidden to muslims--I mean, "forbidden" as in "there's no way to save you from perdition, bitch." Except that sins can be expatiated through prayer, of course, provided you have time to pray before you die. Or by murdering as many infidels as possible before you kick.

Go figure that he'd be the central figure in a massacre.

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I need to read this in its entirety but I'll have to do it later since Mrs. Fungus and I are going to go see Warcraft this afternoon and I want to get into the shower.

Also getting short shrift, the economics of a heavily roboticized society because I just don't have time right now. Sorry.

#5236: Warcraft

Oh, yeah, this one's a keeper.

First off, the CGI and the live actors were integrated seamlessly. You look at Durotan talking to Llane Wrynn and you don't doubt that there's an orc talking to a human being.

The best part of the movie was how it was set in places we WoW players recognize immediately. It was really, really enjoyable, and we intend to go see it again.

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On the way to the movie, Mrs. Fungus and I had a conversation which rapidly devolved into hilarity.

"When we get home," I told her, "I want to blog about a couple of things. First, I want to talk about how we're lowering the flags to half-mast for everything these days."

"But there was a tragedy!"

"No, I know that. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about, 'Oh, no, I spilled my yogurt! Better put the flags at half-mast!'"

"What's the other thing?"

"The other day, on my way to work, I saw a...I don't know if it was the business or their delivery truck, but it was a hoagie truck. And on the back it advertised: 'Steak hoagies! Turkey hoagies! Veggie hoagies! Assorted hoagies!'"

"What's wrong with that? It just means they have different kinds."

"They could just have said 'assorted hoagies,' then. Why do all that?"

"Because people wouldn't know what kind of hoagies they have."

"I think if people are too stupid to know what 'assorted' means they shouldn't get to have hoagies. You know, have that bar set at a reasonable minimum."

...somehow the conversation devolved from there into Edward G. Robinson: "You don't get any hoagies, see? Yeah! See? I don't have time to read all that, see? I'm a busy man! I'm a hard worker! Yeah! See? I spend all my time working! Yeah! See? Thank goodness for voice mail! I'll powerwash your house! Yeah! See?"

By that point Mrs. Fungus was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"And now," I said, "I forgot what the other thing I wanted to talk about!"

"Wasn't it about the flags?"

I saw some guys putting the flag at half-mast last month, and it occurred to me that--these days--flags are flown at half-mast for just about frickin' everything these days. It used to be that the flags went to half-mast when a major politician died, or a big-name military guy; it didn't just happen because some self-loathing religious fanatic shot up a nightclub.

Of course, when I was younger, people didn't really shoot up nightclubs all that often, self-loathing fanatic or not.

Anyway, the movie was great, and it was chock-full of nice touches. There were a couple of scenes that took place in the Lion's Pride Inn in Goldshire, and of course we recognized the place. There was a scene with a murloc and they used the murloc aggro sound from the game. Dalaran looked like it ought to; Stormwind was actual size rather than the simplified version we have in the game, but it still looked right.

The critics didn't like the movie, but this movie wasn't made for them. This movie was made for gamers.

*"I'll powerwash your house": we got a spam voice mail from a powerwashing company. Mrs. Fungus thought they sounded very nice.