"This is really horrible. Two guys did these awful things to homeless people and ...", exclaimed Yevette, visibly disturbed by the actions of these hateful beasts.
Silas: that's two out of three hundred million people.
The conversation comes up frequently with Yevette in which my advice is to push away from Twitter horror because it doesn't present much else and you can wind up with the same type of distortion as cops in which it seems people never do anything unless they do something shitty.
An obvious answer is to push away from the computer to do something else but that shouldn't be necessary as a means of avoidance of some evil thing. It's not evil unless you look for it and it's got fuckin' penguins instead.
Libido may not be so important for these ones yet since they're baby Emperor penguins.
Don't you feel awful in being glad you're not freezing your ass like an Emperor penguin. Better you than me, penguin buddies.
Note: I don't. There is no penguin guilt in the Rockhouse.
Besides, why don't the penguins just go somewhere else?
Ed: because the sharks will eat them!
Good point. The Rockhouse's very own Spectacular Metaphor Detector is blinking its lights. There must be a metaphor in close proximity.
Ed: there is no metaphor. The sharks aren't in the tank, we are.
Well, thanks for that seasonal cheer, huh.
Here's the artist, Sue Flood:
If you're feeling extreme, cowboy, try telling her. She goes to Antartica to take picture of birds so how much more extreme than that is it even possible to get.
Yevette was a little frosted just now because Toby the Dog has an infuriating habit and ran between her feet which caused her to fall. He got hit in some way as she went down and Toby screamed like he had been stabbed.
Note: no-one was seriously injured.
I told her I knew it wasn't deliberate since Toby the Dog wouldn't be inside here if she didn't care about him. I said that because maybe nothin' makes you feel as guilty as a hurt dog, particularly if you're the reason it's hurt.
Then she saw the penguins and said it looked like they have the most incredible fur coats. I don't know how fur really works with birds but they don't look a tiny bit cold; they're not all cuddled trying to keep each other warm. They're just hanging out and it looks like the one in the middle is ready to dance.
And this is how penguins go to work.
If you don't feel like walking to put in your hard day fishing, you can go down the ice slide.
We hear of road rage all the time with humans but we never hear of ice slide rage with penguins. They also don't read Twitter.
Ed: so the hypothesis is there would be penguin ice slide rage if they participated in Twitter?
Precisely, Professor Combustible. If these penguins knew about the two horrible penguins who did something beastly to other penguins, they would likely react the same as humans but we see no penguin rage and conclude there is no Twitter.
Ed: that's a good thing as I would otherwise have to summon Constable Combustible to restore order.
Your brother?
Ed: my cousin.
I see. Very good.
Ed: 'very good' is pleonastic twaddle since there is no state of being more good than good; something is good or it isn't.
Shut up, Professor.
In other words, lighten up, Yevette. People online feel a holy duty to make everyone else feel as bad or worse than they. Penguins know what's happening. Just take a look at them.
Silas: that's two out of three hundred million people.
The conversation comes up frequently with Yevette in which my advice is to push away from Twitter horror because it doesn't present much else and you can wind up with the same type of distortion as cops in which it seems people never do anything unless they do something shitty.
An obvious answer is to push away from the computer to do something else but that shouldn't be necessary as a means of avoidance of some evil thing. It's not evil unless you look for it and it's got fuckin' penguins instead.
Libido may not be so important for these ones yet since they're baby Emperor penguins.
Don't you feel awful in being glad you're not freezing your ass like an Emperor penguin. Better you than me, penguin buddies.
Note: I don't. There is no penguin guilt in the Rockhouse.
Besides, why don't the penguins just go somewhere else?
Ed: because the sharks will eat them!
Good point. The Rockhouse's very own Spectacular Metaphor Detector is blinking its lights. There must be a metaphor in close proximity.
Ed: there is no metaphor. The sharks aren't in the tank, we are.
Well, thanks for that seasonal cheer, huh.
Here's the artist, Sue Flood:
If you're feeling extreme, cowboy, try telling her. She goes to Antartica to take picture of birds so how much more extreme than that is it even possible to get.
Yevette was a little frosted just now because Toby the Dog has an infuriating habit and ran between her feet which caused her to fall. He got hit in some way as she went down and Toby screamed like he had been stabbed.
Note: no-one was seriously injured.
I told her I knew it wasn't deliberate since Toby the Dog wouldn't be inside here if she didn't care about him. I said that because maybe nothin' makes you feel as guilty as a hurt dog, particularly if you're the reason it's hurt.
Then she saw the penguins and said it looked like they have the most incredible fur coats. I don't know how fur really works with birds but they don't look a tiny bit cold; they're not all cuddled trying to keep each other warm. They're just hanging out and it looks like the one in the middle is ready to dance.
And this is how penguins go to work.
If you don't feel like walking to put in your hard day fishing, you can go down the ice slide.
We hear of road rage all the time with humans but we never hear of ice slide rage with penguins. They also don't read Twitter.
Ed: so the hypothesis is there would be penguin ice slide rage if they participated in Twitter?
Precisely, Professor Combustible. If these penguins knew about the two horrible penguins who did something beastly to other penguins, they would likely react the same as humans but we see no penguin rage and conclude there is no Twitter.
Ed: that's a good thing as I would otherwise have to summon Constable Combustible to restore order.
Your brother?
Ed: my cousin.
I see. Very good.
Ed: 'very good' is pleonastic twaddle since there is no state of being more good than good; something is good or it isn't.
Shut up, Professor.
In other words, lighten up, Yevette. People online feel a holy duty to make everyone else feel as bad or worse than they. Penguins know what's happening. Just take a look at them.
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