My friend's ex-wife has surrounded herself with increasingly abusive and manipulative people (according to her Facebook posts) as she has increasingly internalized the ideology that is supposed to "fight" that sort of thing (based on the language used in her Facebook posts).

Which is to say, advertising one's distaste for scum actually attracts scum.

Within an ideological framework, this statement would be interpreted as an ad-hominem, placing the blame upon my friend's ex-wife for the quality of her environment, which is a brilliant but tremendous feat of over-simplification which serves the ideology, not my friend's ex-wife's interests.

Because she in fact did exactly what she should do, according to the ideology. Which encourages validating and engaging with scum as a way to rid oneself of scummy company.

The blame for the failure of this does not rest upon the individual (my friend's ex-wife), but upon the ideology itself. This is a notion which exists outside of the ideology's dialectic.

She went towards the open arms of a culture that promises empowerment and implies healing, only to be conscripted by it to fight on the front lines of social identity-based combat against the very thing she was trying to escape, to the detriment of her well-being.

This is why I find Facebook's Newsfeed update decision, to take the bullhorns away from the "influencers" of social media, who have been dispensing with ideological venom without accountability for years, to be extremely beneficial.

I like the fact that since the FB Newsfeed change, I can now post something genuinely weird and funny and not be drowned-out by some dumbass posting noxiously political, segregationist, reactionary image macro garbage. My objective in posting on FB is to share laughter. Instead of imprecisely dispensing guilt and pain onto others in order to alienate or recruit them.
If this makes me a villain (a minor one) in the framework of ideology (since "if you're not _____ then you're _____"), then I'm indeed a heretical monster.

The question is:
"If I (legally) bought the Mona Lisa, would anybody be able to keep me from eating it?"

It is the absolute funniest thing I've read in probably about a year.

Steamy Furry Comedy Gold Acquired.

Celebrated too soon. Confirmed: defect in chip. bad RAM module.
Looks like I'll have to get another one next month. Probably a good time to swap out the CLC cooler, since it's been almost exactly 3 years.

I don't want to replace very much on this computer because it runs Windows 8.1 and a major hardware change will prompt a Windows reinstall... and 8.1 is the last version of Windows which supports my tablet monitor. I have a feeling Microsoft doesn't even permit Win 8.1 activations anymore.

Yes, yes, okay. I know, it's an infamous AMD monster CPU (because it requires liquid cooling just to not vaporize itself)
I've had it for 3 years, and only recently, after Win 8.1 misinstalled the Spectre patch did I start to get problems. Previously (for 3 years), I just had it on Auto settings in the BIOS and everything was fine.

It took a while to get it back to fine, but after doing a lot of stuff in the BIOS, I got it back to its usual stability. Then, I realized that the turbo feature wasn't actually working, and never had.
Because the "AMD Turbo Core" feature in the BIOS is apparently incompatible with the chip it was designed for. Haaaa.

I guess one cannot simply "turn on" turbo boost (as one might in Intel territory) for something as ridiculous as a 220W Thermal Design Power CPU. If you do, in fact: it basically freezes 5 minutes into Windows.

Enter the paradoxical rabbit hole of the FX9590:
Where the Northbridge becomes faster as its clock speed decreases.
Where you must underclock the RAM, in order to make it perform better.
Where in order to gain something, something must be given up. Equivalent fucking exchange. Get your sheeps ready cause we be doin' some sacrificin' tonight!
(not really. I actually like sheeps, they're kinda hot, anyway)

(Lemon Curry?)

The magic numbers are:
NB @ 2200MHz NOT 2400 As the motherboard says is standard
DDR3 @ 1300MHz 1600 performs like dogshit because the timing or something fucked IDK
VCore @ 1.48 Every program will report this differently in Windows and the BIOS. Nobody fucking knows what the voltage is, but set it to manual and 1.48ish
CPU Bus @ 200-205 I only had issues above 205, it starts fucking with timing of stuff downstream
Leave everything else at standard settings.

The result is:
5IVE FEATHER-FUCKING' GIGAHERTZ BOIYYYEEEE!
https://valid.x86.fr/zb1t6a

I'm not sure how accurate those CPU-Z benchmark comparisons are since it puts this into insult-hurling range of the 6000-series i7s and that seems unlikely.

How can I not find this Tide Pod meme thing completely hilarious.

But people died!

Yes. Somehow. By eating large, bitter, unflavorful, soapy Gushers that in no way resemble the taste of food and probably induce an instinctive gag reflex even if the individual doesn't understand what it is.

But you know, like that guy in Taiwan that drank gasoline every day because he thought it would turn him into Optimus Prime, there's probably somebody out there who thought munching on Tide Pods would turn him into a washing machine. Even though there are clearly far more relevant approaches to achieving washing machine status than eating laundry detergent.

Easy way:
Wash your clothes in the bath tub
(By this measure, I have already achieved washing machine status)

Harder way:
Step 1.
Get the exterior shell of a washing machine. Or just a nice box.

Step 2.
Get in the box.

Step 3.
Empty your mind and think about only the sequence of wash cycles you're going to do

Step 4.
Have a friend open the top of the box and toss their dirty clothes on you.

Step 5.
Agitation cycle.

Step 6.
Spin!

Step 7.
Rinse cycle.

Step 8.
Spin!

Step 9.
Make a really loud buzzer sound. It must come from /deep/ inside you. You must visualize a piezoelecric element and really feel the voltage applied to it for just long enough to be on the cusp of annoying for others. This comes with practice. With enough practice, you can become indistinguishable from various forms of audible indicators and scare the living shit out of family, friends and coworkers by buzzing at them.

I have to change some setting stuff. Some of this refers back to VERY old settings (green sky in Kohtohkoh) which need to be overhauled because they were originally made when there was no cohesive design language for some things. In the case of Kohtohkoh, it's from a stop motion animation I made in 2002, intended to slightly reference Blade Runner, but Retrowave didnt exist yet as a design language, and green/yellow just "felt right" even though it misses any referential mark.
I'm probably going to go back and fix this in the comic.
This all occurred to me tonight while I was working on a sequence where Nesbitt drags Cheddar through a seedy part of town, and while working on the umpteenth neon sign it occurred to me that the background colors are all wrong.
But the signs are right. There absolutely would be a combination "Adult cram-school/brothel" in Kohtohkoh called "SEX Algebra", and a combination "Adult laundromat/porno-den" chain called "Sunny's Porn-O-Mat: Erotic Laundry".

I was inspired by north Boulder's actual real combination "Adult bus terminal/strip club" called "The Bus-Stop".
People used to accidentally walk into my old workplace years ago thinking it was "The Bus-Stop". Even though there was signage indicating otherwise. It was gross and kinda hilarious. Human sex is both of those things.
But raptor sex is only hilarious, less gross. And theres a good chance that in a cosmopolitan place like Kohtohkoh there's probably a lot of canines having hilarious, less gross sex too. And that is how a society ends up with a "porn-o-mat".

Can you tell I'm fried from a 10 hour day at work?

It has Porgs?
Nah
It has... this guy... with the face?
Nah
Things with legs that are robots?
I can get that anywhere.
Crystalline Fox Creatures??
Fuck everything else at this moment, where is the closest god damn theater?

Wisconsin had to replace Colorado's furry convention for it.
Any guesses as to how long it will last?
I'm guessing it will go for a year maximum. If not because of sabotage by locals, then because of venue issues.

Regarding the sudden firing of my awesome boss at work: I found out what happened today. It's different than I expected. And a little weird.
There was a lot of fighting between him and the company's owner over just about everything. It was cumulative and started about 3 years ago when the owner sent him away from the main office to the Denver office as a way to put some distance between them. That didnt stop the fighting. Things finally reached a breaking point when a supplier sent our bathroom door to Vail, which is many hours away, deep AF in the mountains (the office was also being rennovated very gradually, basically since I was hired). At about the same time, our contractor's "A++" plumbers who tuck their shirts in and look all professional and clean and other things irrelevant to plumbing skill installed the drain trap for the break room sink sideways, and forgot to connect the dishwasher to the sanitary line. Stinky, soapy, wet floor chaos ensued, and my boss and the owner fought viciously over it. Apparently that was what really did it. Things were eventually installed correctly and the bathroom door eventually returned from it's fancy ski-trip, literally the week I went to MFF. But apparently this widened the rift too far.
There's a bit more too, about how the owner was insinuating that the type of work our office focuses on isnt "his vision" for the company, despite being its bread-and-butter (overwhelmingly). So unless the owner goes Full Enron on us, there is pretty solid incentive for him to not close us down.

My boss, with whom I had a great rapport, was fired on Wednesday. It came out of nowhere, and the company is extremely secretive about it. The only information I got was that it was not due to any performance issues with the office, and that supposedly there is not any intent to close the office. Which leaves the following possibilities:
1. They're lying and really are planning to close the office. This has happened to me before, and seems to be pretty standard procedure anywhere. Irony is: everybody knows this happens, so the lack of information generates the same panic as just telling everyone up-front.
2. My boss was living a secret life. Scandal ensued.
3. He chewed-out a client with some creative vocabulary.
4. He chewed-out a contractor with some creative vocabulary.
5. He embezzled something? I dont know how, or what.

There's almost no other possibilities that make sense, which speaks to the opacity of the situation when #2 Double Life is actually plausible.
#4 I've seen him do, but for good reason because the contractor wasn't paying his peeps and as a result: they weren't showing up. Or other various feats of incompleteness were happening.
It's really weird.
But as long as it isn't #1, everything will get back to normal. I really don't want to leave because the place fundamentally rocks. And I'm really going to miss him.

I used to listen to Hardstyle back in 2012 when I was working overnight shifts because it is rather impossible to accidentally fall asleep to it. I thought it kinda just was in decline along with what my douchebag Facebook contacts from back in High School derisively call "Bro-step".
But there was a lot of Hardstyle at MFF. A fucking ton.

My Facebook contacts were douchebags before this. I've actually had to start un-following and blocking some of them over the last couple years because they share ever more idiotic content with every passing day. Probably the peak of it was June of this last year, and I skipped Denver Comic Con and NDK because it made me paranoid.
It was a relief to see at MFF that it is still okay to enjoy things and just be.

My lovely sacks of sentient water:
They wouldn't let me run the "Intercontinental Pyro-Necrobestiality" panel this year. Probably because I have no experience with this topic. I would like them to tell this to William, whom I went to middle school with, and whom regularly accosted me with lurid accusations of liasons with animals of the deceased and candescent variety.

My species reproduces by explosive fragmentation, I dont even have equipment for these "liasons". I would tell William this, but he already blew up years ago and turned into a dozen copies of himself with Timbo Asti who I also went to school with. I put an open bottle of glue in their backpack pre-emptively, because they would deserve it.

Cheddar OUT

How to find me: I'm in the Cheddar suit a lot. Playing lots of Vaporwave and Future-funk. Also, I can barely see!
I havent actually run into anyone else fursuiting to the same kind of music (There is a lot of Hardstyle this year, which is unexpected) so I probably stick out like a sore thumb. I got waaay more comments on the Mallsoft playlist just because it was so unexpected I guess. I think next I might actually try out the FSK noise and see what kind of response I get from that.

Hey There, You Sausagey Sex Bonobos:
They made me wear shoes!
Shoes! Me! What?!
They're not making the cervines wear shoes! What kind of soviet pederasty is this? Just because my hooves continuously leave charcoal-like smearings everywhere I go, and they're acting like the deer dont have this issue too. Which they probably do. Everyone knows deer are like that. Haven't you ever heard of a Harmon's Black Deer? Philistines!

Cheddar OUT

Good morning, you beefy homunculi:
That is all.

Cheddar OUT

Must. Find. Energy. And. Hawt. Dutchies.

Hey you People McNuggets:
I'm in ur con, spreading my ashy leavings.
Attempts to locate the artist alley failed. Because apparently I can't read. I know the sign was there, but I ended up in the Dealer's Den for some reason. Then I ended up in the art show and apparently scared the shit out of some man-unit. Yeah, its not like I was at all scared of him suddenly appearing there. It's not like the human body is a terrifying, snoutless thing that I ran from screaming.

Cheddar OUT

Sausagey Ones:
I'm literally starting a petition on change.org to have the registration equipment fired into this planet's nearest, rotund main sequence star, "the Sun". This is a fate most merciless and appropriate. Change.org.¤ has entertained many petitions back home, including juvenile ones such as "We need 10,000 signatures to make William from 3rd Period Haorostochastics class designated as a gravitationally-dangerous object by the Immanence Astronomical Safety Administration" which is rather roundabout way of calling somebody dense and compact. But jokes on them because those dumb kids dont realize that gravitationally-dangerous objects bend and drag spacetime around them, and that is badass.
But you know what isn't badass? Being in line for 1.78 hours because some cock-snorting, fish-tit decided to use a few Macbooks for registration terminals in place of an army of ordinary terminals.

Cheddar OUT

Dear Sausagemen:
You have failed. Using 8 Mac Books for registration terminals? You could have spent that same amount on about hundreds of thin client terminals per Macbook. Im not even exaggerating: a thin client terminal capable of running just a website can be bulk purchased for $10 - $20 each, One Macbook is about $1500 - $2000 new. Beef-rods, did you really spend $16,000 on the worst registration system this dog-and-pony show has ever seen?
I would like to invite the individual who made this decision to my Haberdashery, so that I can force them to confess to their anti-furry agenda.
Explain yourself, filthy humanoid! EXPLAAAAIN!

Cheddar OUT

My Sweet Pleebburgers:
Why do you judge my use of tanning salons? I require ultraviolet in order to um, eat? At least Im eating (and shitting) light and not attempting to devour other black dogs, nearly all of which are not other Nachtan, and therefore not nutritive.

Cheddar OUT

Ni-hao you bipeds:
The frequent flier miles that one would expect to acquire for a 2300 Light-Year flight would seem to be rather vast, perhaps even astronomical even on the most appallingly stingy frequent flier program. But you've never flown Ryan Air for 2300 lightyears, have you?
I got ZERO Frequent flier miles for about one-and-a-half fucktillion miles. That works out to about 0 x 10-to-the-negative-fuck-all miles earned per mile traveled, or in lay terms: literally no frequent flyer program whatsoever.
I've been on the phone with Ryan Air for minutes, and aside from claiming to not fly to Chicago, they're playing dumb about even flying to Pulsar B1257+12 in the first place. Well how the fuck else did I get here, Ryan Air?
Riddle me that, you Irish weebs! I guess this is when the narrator in the commercial comes on and says "Looks like Cheddar should have flown with Cthonian. CthonianAir: Fly our permanently overcast, extremely dense skies."
And then a parrot plays fucking Gerschwin on a piano or something gay happens. I'm referencing an old United commercial by the way, I just realized that might be a very obscure reference.

Cheddar OUT

Hello, Dearest Porkmonsters:
I am extremely relieved to discover that Bro-Step and EDM still exists in our community. Bro-Step, widely reviled as a genre much too inclusive and fun for today's puritanical, disingenuous tastes, is the last great cultural contribution of planet Earth that trully transcends species and culture, probably because it evades the latter entirely and gives no fucks about the prior. Wherever you go, the bass will find you. And bass can be preceived by all things both present in a medium with it, and capable of perceiving things.
Bass is the great equalizer. No wonder you strange bags of intelligent water named a fuckin' fish after it. Thus, I presume that the Bass fish must hold some unusual distinction for you all. I've heard somewhere that when removed from it's freakish liquid water habitat and mounted on a wood plank, it gains the ability to speak and serenade in English instead of dying, as most fish do when the same happens to them.
Of course, I bet some of you knuckle-dragging simpletons are nailing fuckin' Tilapia to the walls of your domiciles, expecting the same result.
What are you doing? Why are you nailing fish to your walls?
What the fuck are you even?

Cheddar OUT

Lovely Beef-rods:
Where is "registration"? Am I just supposed to extrapolate the location of this allegedly necessary thing just by watching people? It's called a sign. Make one. Try it. In retaliation I will not cease to magnetize paperclips for the duration of the weekend. You earned this, you signage-hating philistines!

Also: would the man with what is obviously PERTUSSIS please go to a doctor and threaten this doctor into giving you actual medication including codine. Meat doctors are notorious for mistaking Pertussis for a common cold, if this happens to you, slap them and pick their nose. Now they have fucking Pertussis. Fuck you, meat doctor. You're all ignorant sluts and every cellular organic organism is gay. The more you fuckin' know.

Cheddar OUT