dave wagner

@davewagner.bsky.social

two things make me happy and two things only: turgid, unworkable political theory and surly cats всё идёт по плану

i have the best news, everyone. Chancleta has won every single election tonight, with approximately 99.8% of the vote. it gets better: you all did such a great job for him that he's decided any more elections in the future would only be pale imitations. so we're not going to have those anymore!

an orange and white cat sits proudly on a blue rug

bought candy at the pool for a 13yo and she tried to give me cash. i was like nahh it's nbd, and she goes "girl i have seen your car." 13yo girls remain undefeated. you think you're talking to a child but you're actually talking to whatever gods used to send to punish mortals for their hubris

behold! it is your lucky day. you may make three wishes of this woodland gremlin spirit. you may ask for anything, provided you accept that each wish will be interpreted in the least charitable way possible and transformed into a catastrophic ironic punishment

a gray cat is lounging and looks unnervingly chaotic

i find all new mortal kombat movies unnecessary. the one thing i wanted from a mortal kombat movie was for it to yell "MORTAL KOMBAT" at me within 1 second of the start of the film and the first movie already did that thirty years ago

behold! it is your lucky day. you may make three wishes of this woodland gremlin spirit. you may ask for anything, provided you accept that each wish will be interpreted in the least charitable way possible and transformed into a catastrophic ironic punishment

a gray cat is lounging and looks unnervingly chaotic

the sheer gall of politicians who endorsed Platner (in most cases after the nazi tattoo story) making more endorsements in other races now. I'd change my name and move several continents away if my judgement failed so spectacularly and publicly.

the enormous pupils of chancleta see a million galaxies collapse and implode at once, all while he hears the weeping despair of a dead and forgotten idiot god who birthed them

an orange and white cat looks high as hell. his pupils are enormous. he is reaching out toward the camera. he gonna scratch you probably

idk why people complain about a male loneliness epidemic. are they not aware of how much mileage you can get just by listening to the news with another guy within earshot and just shaking your head and scoffing a lot

fleetwood mac singles are three minutes of blissful pop about how someone else in the band never fucking takes out the trash before the garbage truck comes on Mondays, followed by like 8 seconds of Lindsey Buckingham playing a virtuosic guitar part i couldn't play if i practiced it for a year

one of my favorite baffling movie anecdotes is how, in Peggy Sue Got Married, Nicolas Cage gave his character an awful voice for no reason that sounded like a haunted gremlin from the Great Depression and refused to change it even after producers threatened to fire him