Latest Comic: Begilling

I typically give no fucks about the news. Local… national… world… whatever, it’s all the same. The vast majority of it either doesn’t affect me or cannot be affected by me, and so I just don’t care. If I happen to hear a bit here or there, fine, but rarely does it amount to more than what is essentially trivia, so I tend to not go out of my way to absorb whatever the happenings of the day may be. Usually. See, everyone’s favorite season, election season, is fully upon us. And, being as I’m uncomfortably deep into adulthood, I thought it prudent to have at least some semblance of a clue come November, if nothing else than to feel justified while complaining that things didn’t go my way. And so I read the news. Political news. And… God damn, it is amazing what passes for journalism these days. And not from, like, shitty little blogs n’ whatnot, but proper and respected news outlets. Even ignoring clickbaity headlines, and rambly non-stories, and the evils of “spin”, so many of ’em can’t even get the basics right. Like, when ya finish writing something? Maybe read through it once or twice to see if the grammar makes sense. And when ya run spell check? Maybe don’t just hit “change all” without double checking the changes are correct. Just some basic level of giving a fuck. That’s all I ask. If I can do it, so can you. Oh, and also, more celebrity gossip. All of it, please. Living vicariously through successful strangers is all that keeps me going.


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A New Comment System For You To Ignore

I finally got around to installing Disqus’s comment system. I figure it’s a hell of a lot easier for users to ahh… use than the default WordPress one and hopefully will filter out all the bots trying to sell me hang bags or SEO services or what appeared to be entire novels in Japanese. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but, it sounded like work. Ironically it ended up being easy as hell. That probably means I did something wrong… I stopped short of importing old comments, tho. That also sounded like work, and I somehow I think the world will get along without those three messages informing me I’m funny and/or suck.