End of February CUPCAKESPLOSION!

It's that time of the month again, kiddies! We are just about finished with February and that means it is time for a CUPCAKESPLOSION!

It also happens to be Fat Tuesday; the feast before the fast... for some folk, anyway.

Seems like a good enough reason to shower you with some MARDI GRAS CUPCAKES!

Humans: Playing God Since God Knows When

The process of making beef jerky is a long one, as you might have guessed. More tedious than labor-intensive. Still, it eats up a good amount of time with waiting... and I figured that would be a good excuse to write something.

We have a lot of dumb phrases wedged into our lexicon, boys and girls. I could go on at frustrated length about my disdain for recent clichéd phrases that the majority of fuck-wits thankfully don't utter anymore, but there's one that always stuck in my head as confusing. Not only that, but just plain dumb.

“Playing God.”

Random Shit I Like #4

One of my favorite comedians of all time is Bill Hicks and one day he will get a R.S.I.L. of his own (as he did in the previous incarnation.) For now, I merely want to focus on a brief quote of his from his 1997 album, Rant in E Minor.

Would You Be My Patron Saint of Plague?

Ah, Valentine's Day. The one day of the year where most feel obligated to shower their significant others with flowers and food and lingerie and folded pieces of paper and candy that tastes like rejected classroom chalk. I mean, yeah, you could do these things on any day of the week, but for some odd reason, Valentine's Day is special.

Many of us think it's because guys like Hallmark and Godiva invented the day just to increase profits. I won't argue that they and other companies have certainly raked in their fair share of the bucks, that's a bit too cynical a view about this day... and I'm a cynic!

And as it is ever my joy in life to educate my fellow human beings, come and take an ever so brief jump into some of the hidden truths about Valentine's Day.

Random Shit I Like #3

I only just discovered this about thirty minutes ago and I'm wondering where the fuck it's been all my life! Imagine the fantasy figures of your childhood having fallen upon bad times and requires the assistance and guidance of a social worker. Now, amplify that by a factor of ten.

That's today's Shareable Jollies, Les Kassos. (And no, I don't know what that means and neither does Google Translate!)

Picking the Low-Hanging Fruit

Sometimes, I feel quite impotent in my anger and it might be self-imposed. Several times in the last nine days, I have started writing only to just delete everything and walk away from it. Not because I don't want to vent my frustrations, but because of what I desperately want to vent about. Not because I think it may upset some people, but because everyone else is talking about it.

End of January CUPCAKESPLOSION!

I've said it in the past and it still holds true today; Misanthropy And Cupcakes is nothing without cupcakes.

When I restarted this, I figured one of the things I could do at (or near) the end of the month was troll around the internet for some cupcake recipes to share with you guys. After all, you have to put up with my verbal dribblings, so the very least I can do is offer you something sweet in return. Granted, I'm not gonna make them for you, but I'm always happy to share what limited knowledge I possess.

...this blog's proof of that.

Now, since this month has been a little taxing on all of us, I figured you could use a drink of sorts. So, delve right into these ALCOHOLIC CUPCAKES!

The Essence of My Misanthopy: An Old Topic Revisited

I figured it was time to revisit this one topic. It was one of the first I wrote during the previous incarnation, and I know I can't hope to match its eloquence. Still, it must be tried. After all, I do feel a need to explain myself. After all, I do walk through life calling myself a misanthrope.

And there always seems to be a strangely odd stigma attached to misanthropy. Not the same kind as with misogyny or misandry, but it is there; we simply don't talk about it as much. And why would anyone? If a misogynist, a misandrist, and a misanthropist see each other in a bar, it's more likely that the misogynist and the misandrist will tear into each other while ignoring the misanthropist as they sit silently in the corner.

So, let's start at the basics.

Random Shit I Like #2

Harlan Ellison.

Harlan. God Damned. Ellison.

One of the most prolific, celebrated, revered, and reviled writers in the modern era.

An Open Letter to President Donald Trump

[WRITER'S NOTE - Yes, this is the second Trump-related post in the same month, and I'm not entirely thrilled on it, either. However, in remembering past endeavors, I missed moments to state my opinion while the subject was still topical. While I understand that the Trump presidency will remain topical for a great deal of time to come, I do not intend to turn this 'project' into a permanent beacon against a President I have little faith in. Let the historians and politicians provide deeper analysis of his coming actions. For now, these are words that I wanted to say twelve hours ago, but sleep overtook me before I could write them. - DF]

Dear President Trump,

I just want to share this with you...

Years ago, before I deleted the first incarnation of M&C for whatever stupid and non-drug-induced reason that I am still regretting now, I stumbled across this little gem of a quip from some cowardly anon.

And by the way, yes, if you don't leave some identifying marker behind your comments, you are, in fact, a bloody coward and nobody should believe any of the words that spill from that syllable-pump you call a mouth.

So, take a gander at this...

Conspicuous Consumption: or Why My Lunch Needs To Cost More Than Your Rent

Conspicuous consumption. Hoo boy, conspicuous consumption.

Of all the things on this planet I can't truly understand, and believe me when I say that the list of those things is legion, conspicuous consumption is easily within the top five. Maybe one day, I'll make a list of those top five things, but for now, you're just getting this one.

Random Shit I Like #1

Ahh, it is the return of the R.S.I.L.; that little "filler episode" post I make about things that manage to catch and hold my attention long enough for it to burrow into my brain like a boreworm from Splatterhouse 3.

If you don't get the reference, you've been playing the wrong video games.

At any rate, these were bound to pop back up at some point. Much as I'd like to have a great deal to talk about, the words just don't form up the way I'd like to and it takes time to get everything coherent and cohesive. So, I'll just use this time to share with you something I enjoy and hope you get some modicum of enjoyment from it, as well.

Music and animation have always been at the top of my "shareable jollies" list. It's even better when the two manage to come together in a way that creates something better than the two by themselves.

I really don't want to talk about it, but...

...it needs to be said by someone. I mean, I started this back up so I could talk and rant and vent for as long as I could stand it, so I had better post something.

And while I am loathe to do it, gods damn it, it has to be done.

So yeah, I gotta talk about Trump and his wall.

We're back, bitches!

How long has it been, now? Four years? Five? Doesn't matter.

Well, kiddies, decisions were made. After so long away, we here at M&C are back.