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My next set of illustrations for the Alphabet Superset Challenge.
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Cartoon Network Birthdays of July- Part Two by TunesLooney
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30 and 74 - DNF
George scowled at the rude email he’d received the night before from his client. He’d been stewing over it all night, and it didn’t look any less annoying in the cold light of day. Not even the grande vanilla bean creme frappuccino that was currently sitting next to his mouse was enough to cool his ire.
He took a long drag of the sugary goodness and then set it down, cracking his fingers before resting them over the keys.
“Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong,” he typed in reply, ennunciating each word as he typed. “First of all…”
He wrote like a demon possessed, itemising every reason for why no, the code he’d sent this moron was not, in fact, incorrect, and did, in fact, do everything he’d promised. He included screenshots of the stupid fucking code working perfectly on his end, even going so far as to use photoshop to draw large, flashing arrows to the relevant places.
It was sarcastic and even utterly scathing in some parts, as he all but called the client an incompetent baboon for being unable to run such a simple code within his program.
With an evil smile, George reread his work and then, satisfied, clicked send.
“Suck on that, idiot,” he said, glancing over the e-mail address. What kind of a dumb name was Dream anyway?
The rest of his drink tasted like victory, and was all the more sweet for it.
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“George,” Skeppy said, popping his head into his office. “You got a minute?”
He hummed an affirmative, fingers moving rapidly over the keys as his eyes tracked the code he was building for a different client.
“Earth to George?” Skeppy said.
He typed one last line and then sighed, letting his hands fall from the desk. He looked over at Skeppy. “What is it?”
Skeppy rolled his eyes. “Bad says he wants to see you in his office in five.”
George waved him off, mind already back on his current project. He did flick a glance down at the clock though. Bad was a good boss. He didn’t want to piss him off.
Four and a half minutes later, he sat up and stretched with a loud groan, locking his computer before getting up and making his way down the hall.
Bad’s office door was already cracked open, so George let himself in. There was a strange dude sitting across from Bad already, with a bunch of dumb curls twisting in every direction and shoulders that were more broad than they had any right being. George disliked him on sight, and ignored him as he turned towards George.
Instead, he dropped down into the other chair, giving Bad an expectant look.
“George,” Bad said. There was a hint of warning to his voice and George internally sighed, sitting up from his slouch and raising an eyebrow at Bad.
Satisfied, Bad turned towards the other man.
“Dream, this is George. You mentioned that you had some concerns with the coding he sent to you?”
George’s head whipped to the side. This was the incompetent baboon who had disparaged his work?
Dream had the grace to look a touch embarrassed as he turned to meet George’s icy glare.
“Um, yes. It’s very good code, of course, but it doesn’t seem to be compatible with our program,” Dream explained hesitantly. “I’ve passed it onto our IT guys, and, best they can tell, there was an update to our program only a few days ago that didn’t play well with George’s code.”
Bad nodded and hummed thoughtfully. “Did you raise this with George?” he asked.
Dream’s shoulders turned in slightly. “Not exactly,” he hedged. “That’s why I’m here, in person. I wanted to apologise.”
He turned to face George more fully, the earnest look on his face bringing to mind some big, dumb Golden Retriever.
George was more of a cat person.
“For what?” he asked brusquely.
Dream brought a hand up and scratched at the scruff that covered the lower half of his face, looking sheepish.
“Well, you see, I’ve been told in the past that my emails come across as really rude-”
“Understatement of the century,” George muttered.
“-so my company hired someone to uh, vet my emails, as it were,” he continued, either oblivious to George’s comment or deliberately ignoring it. “Well, they rewrite them, to be completely honest.”
George didn’t respond, just staring at him, silently urging him to get to the point. He loathed wasting time like this, even to talk to idiotic dog boys with big hands.
“I normally just write the email and schedule it to send, and the intern rewrites them before they’re due to go out at 5pm. Unfortunately, I didn’t realise until it was too late, and I’d received your reply, that she had left early yesterday.”
“Oh,” Bad said. “Well, that sounds like just a misunderstanding then. George has worked here for a long time, and I know his reply would have been understanding.”
George suppressed a wince. Understanding was definitely not a word that could be used to describe his response to Dream’s email.
Dream glanced at George, his lips thinning.
Oh God, George thought. He was totally going to rat him out.
“Of course,” Dream agreed.
Wait, what?
“But I still thought I should come and apologise in person. The error in the code wasn’t George’s fault, and I didn’t want him to feel responsible when I requested for it to be redone,” Dream explained.
“I’ll add it to the schedule,” Bad assured him, and the two of them rose, shaking hands across Bad’s desk.
George stood up as well, nodding at Bad before trailing after the ridiculous giant. Dream paused and turned to him, but George stone walled him, stalking past him to make his way back to his office. He didn’t realise until one of those ridiculous hands stopped him from closing his office door that Dream had followed.
“I am sorry, you know,” Dream said, giving a rueful smile as George continued to ignore him, flopping into his office chair.
“Whatever,” George said dismissively, unlocking his computer. “I’ll do you stupid code. Just get your people to send me the new version of your program.”
“Of course,” Dream agreed easily. He still hovered in the doorway, looking expectantly at George.
George turned to face him. They both looked. And looked.
Reluctantly, George mentally noted that Dream’s body was built like a triangle and he wanted to climb him like a tree.
“There will be an extra fee included,” he said to Dream eventually.
Dream’s eyebrows rose. “A fee? For what?”
George turned away from him, fingers moving over the keys already. “To take me to dinner.”
Dream let out a hoarse bark of laughter. George ignored him, checking his emails. There was already one in his inbox from Dream’s company with the new program specs included.
George closed down his previous project, pening this one instead while Dream let himself out.
A smirk dancing on his lips, George started typing.
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Deity Archives: Khonsu
Also known as: Chons/Khons, Chonsu, Khensu, Khenshu
Different depictions of the moon god Khonsu, image from TheMarySue
Depictions
Khonsu himself is usually depicted as the son of Mut and Amin and shares their major worship center of Thebes. However, there were also other affiliations, and sometimes he'd be claimed as the son of Sobek and Hathor as depicted on the Kom Ombo Temple. Khonsu is also associated with Osiris, Shu, Horus, and Thoth with the latter most often being assimilated with Khonsu. Khonsu typically appears as either a young man with the side lock hair of youth and wearing his lunar headdress, or as a falcon-headed man with a lunar headdress.
Epithets
Embracer
Pathfinder
Defender
Decider of the Lifespan
The one who lives on hearts
Who traverses Egypt in order to rule the two halves in his great name
Pendulum of Heaven
Divider of Months
heart of Ra, Who knows all things
the lion, great in strength
He who makes slaughter of the foes of the wadjet eye
Khonsu the Child
Khonsu the Provider
Spellcaster of Thebes and Chaser of Demons
Associations
hawks
falcons
crescent moons
opals
the color white
baboons
side-lock of youth
Areas of Influence/Invoking
fertility
childbirth
protection against wild animals
protection for nighttime travel
healing
combating against negative spirits and presences
time
Overview - History and Mythos
Part 1: The Cannibal Hymn and the Bentresh Stela
Khonsu is considered to be the personification of the moon as it travels across the sky. In the Pyramid Texts' "Cannibal Hymn," he aids the deceased pharaoh in slaying enemies and deities in the underworld to make the pharaoh stronger. It wasn't until the New Kingdom era that Khonsu was recognized as not only a god with this dark aspect of consuming souls, but also as a god of protective positive aspects as well. Such dominions include childbirth and healing ailments, and it is said that Khonsu "causes the crescent moon to shine, to make women conceive, to enable cattle to become fertile, and for all nostrils and throats to be filled with air." He was also often invoked for protection during nighttime travel and for protection against wild animals.
On a stela that was found in Thebes, known as the Bentresh Stela, there is an inscription that tells the story of how Ramses II had married the king of Bakhtan's daughter, Nefrure, as a treaty and diplomatic venture and went on to invoke Khonsu to save his sister-in-law's life while away. In summary, when Ramses II returned to Egypt after this marriage, a messenger was sent to him stating that Nefrure's sister, Bentresh, had fallen ill from a spirit possession. Ramses II then commissioned a statue to be made of a form of Khonsu (either Khonsu the Provider or Khonsu Spellcaster of Thebes and Chaser of Demons). This statue would be sent to his wife and sister-in-law; when received, it was said that Bentresh was instantly cured of this possession.
Translations of the Bentresh Stela heavily imply that Khonsu could not only be presented in multiple forms and faces but that these forms are separate and can interact with one another. The most recognized forms are Khonsu pa-khered (Khonsu the Child), Khonsu pa-ir-sekher (Khonsu the Provider), Khonsu heseb-ahau (Khonsu, Decider of the Lifespan), and Khonsu em-waset Neferhotep (Khonsu in Thebes-Neferhotep). In the stela, the Khonsu that had gone to Bakhtan had accepted the offerings given to him by the king and had stayed there for about a year. However, this form of Khonsu (most likely Khonsu, Spellcaster of Thebes and Chaser of Demons, though other sources say Konhsu the Provider) had eventually gone back to Egypt and kept none of the offerings given to him; rather, he had given the offerings to the Khonsu in Thebes-Neferhotep. It was also shown that, before the visit, Khonsu in Thebes-Neferhotep and Khonsu the Provider conversed by the request of Ramses II and gave the latter Khonsu magical protections as seen here:
"His Majesty then reported to Khons-in-Thebes-Neferhotep, saying: 'Good Lord, I report to you concerning the daughter of the prince of Bakhtan.'
Then Khons-in-Thebes-Neferhotep proceeded to Khons-the-Provider, the great god who expels disease demons.
Then His Majesty said to Khons-in-Thebes-Neferhotep: 'Good Lord, will you turn your face to Khons-the-Provider, the great god who expels disease demons, making him go to Bakhtan?'
A very strongly approving nod. Then His Majesty said: 'Give your magical protection to him, and I will let His Majesty go to Bakhtan to save the daughter of the prince of Bakhtan.'
A very strongly approving nod of the head from Khons-in-Thebes-Neferhotep. Then he created magical protection for Khons-the-Provider-in-Thebes four times."
-- Except from the Mark-Jan Nederhof translation (2006.)
The Bentresh Stela
Top left: a priest offers incense to a barque carrying a form of Khonsu known as Khonsu-Spellcaster-of-Thebes-and-Chaser-of-Demons. Top right: Ramses II, presents incense to a bargue carrying a form of Khonsu known as "Khonsu-in-Thebes-Neferhotep." Inscription beneath tells the story of Ramses II and the Bakhtan princess.
Karnak, Egypt, 21st Dynasty. Paris, Musee de Louvre, C 284.
It's interesting to note that though this stela tells of Ramses II from the 19th Dynasty, the stela itself dates back to the 21st Dynasty. Thus this inscription is a story that is thought to have happened in the past.
Overview - History and Mythos
Part 2: Khonsu's role in Wep Ronpet
A classic mythology concerning Khonsu sees towards his domains as the ruler of time, months, and of the night. The starry goddess, Nut, had become pregnant with her brother Geb, but Ra who feared anyone taking his throne as king of the gods forbade Nut from birthing on any day of the year. Nut then asked for Thoth to help, and so the god of wisdom approached the god of time and of the moon, Khonsu, to gamble on a game of Senet: each time that Khonsu would lose, he would have to give Thoth some moonlight. Thoth, after winning as much as he needed, then crafted the moonlight to form five extra days at the end of the 360-day year. Because these extra five days were not considered to be part of the year, Nut was able to conceive a child on each of those five days. These children were Osiris, Horus the Elder, Isis, Set, and Nepthys. From this story, we have our basis for the holiday Wep Ronpet that some modern Kemetics celebrate sometime in August.
Resources
Ancient Egypt Online - The Temple of Kom Ombo
Ancient History Encyclopedia - Bakhtan Stela
Bentresh Stela translation by Mark-Jan Nederhof
Kemetic Orthodoxy - Khonsu
Neoalexandria - Khonsu
The Complete Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Egypt by Richard H. Wilkinson p 113
Plutarch's Moralia (Loeb)/Isis and Osiris. Translated by Babbitt, Frank. p. 12.
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Hi! It's very nice to meet another person who likes Cow and Chicken/I Am Weasel <3 I enjoy those shows too, and my favorite character is The Red Guy. He literally never gets old, even if I watch him a thousand times. He's in my Top 5 of the 10 favorite cartoon characters of all time. Speaking of which, what do you think of my headcanon of The Red Guy having a secret soft side he refuses to show in front of anyone, especially Cow and Chicken? I've always liked to assume The Red Guy loves to squeal over cute baby animals and even take in orphaned baby animals who lost their parents. He loves all animals, but his favorite animals are dogs and cats. He will also train his pets to attack Cow and Chicken (and IM Weasel and IR Baboon).
Thanks for liking and have you heard of Time Squad? <3 :D :)
He’s my favorite character as well tbh, yeah I could kinda see that happening. As for time squad, yes I’ve heard of it. Last time I checked, the guy who voiced Henchman in the Cuphead Show (Dave Wasson) created that show.
#Hexagønanswersquestions#red guy cow and chicken#cow and chicken#time squad#the cuphead show#cuphead henchman
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Some random IR Baboon animations I made for my vr game project. He's basically gonna be the player's sidekick in the game so I wanted to make sure he's got plenty of personality.
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''SOY LA COMADREJA'' (I AM WEASEL)
Es una serie de televisión animada estadounidense creada por David Feiss para Cartoon Network y producida en Hanna-Barbera. Es el cuarto de los Cartoon Cartoons de la red. La serie se centra en IM Weasel (con la voz de Michael Dorn ), una comadreja inteligente, cariñosa, querida y muy exitosa; e IR Baboon (con la voz de Charlie Adler ), un babuino sin éxito, grosero y poco inteligenteque envidia los éxitos de Weasel y constantemente intenta amenazarlo y generalmente no lo logra.
Año de inicio: 22 de julio de 1997
Año de finalización: 2000
Dirección: David Feiss, Robin Steele, Robert Álvarez
Créditos: Tomado de Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_Weasel
Para ver el tráiler ingresa al enlace:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbXUiEaiilQ
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I live in California where our governor decided to hike the minimum wage for fast food workers from the statewide sixteen dollars an hour, to twenty. There are stipulations which need to be met, of course, the biggest of which is a chain would need more than sixty locations nationwide to qualify for this hike. That means, for the most part, only the nigger restaurants were hit with this increase. I’[m talking your McDonalds and your Jack in the Boxes, joints like that. Applebees and Dennys got a past because they aren’t considered fast foot, even though they are all supplied by a Sysco truck. Now, I’m not here to condemn California for making this move. To be perfectly honest, I think it doesn’t go far enough. This wage increase is only for a specific section of the overall workforce. Most people still make the sixteen an hour wage. I think that twenty should be available to everyone, not just burger-flippers but, at the same time, it’s not their fault that legislation has been hobbled politically for almost a decade. My personal beef aside, I’ve been seeing a TON of vitriol for these workers finally getting enough money in their check to pay bills AND buy groceries in the same pay period, because forty of their chicken nuggies cost twenty-six dollars. That sh*t boggles my mind, man.
Seriously, you’re mad these legitimate food service workers are making a decent wage, just because you’re fetid baboon butt cheek burgers are costing more than you want? Someone showed me a price grab of a McDonald’s Big Mac meal costing something like eighteen dollars and the outrage was palpable. You’re telling me the value of that food you want isn’t worth eighteen dollars, and you’re right. That sh*t is trash in every way possible. The aforementioned chicken nuggets aren’t even made of real meat. They’re made from chicken slurry, which is exactly what that sh*t sounds like. No fast food is worth the money you pay for it, and you should absolutely feel some kind of way about it, but that ire is misdirected at the sixteen year old trying to save money for prom, that twenty-two year old working their way through college, or that single mother just trying to make ends meet. You should be mad at the major corporations passing on that way overdue pay increase to you, when their CEOs are making millions a year. I mean, there is a certain societal stigma when it comes to fast food worker, I literally just referred to them as burger flippers, which sees that profession as less than.
We have been conditioned to believe that these fry cooked don’t deserve money to live, because they work a fryer and not a backhoe. I’ve worked at a McDonalds before. I know what goes into that sh*t. I lasted a day. Too much work, too little pay. I, personally, feel like they still don’t make enough with how many hats those cats have to wear, but this new wage is a strong step in the right direction. Those cats, the people on the ground serving you, more than earn that twenty an hour and then some. You know who doesn’t deserve their salaries? Corporate. Corporate doesn’t deserve that loot and they’re the reason your QPC is forty-three dollar, not that twenty an hour California is forcing them to pay their workers. McDonald’s made fourteen and half, BILLION dollars last year. Their CEO made nineteen million last year, alone, and eight percent increase year-over-year. At twenty dollars and hour, that roughly translates thirty eight thousand a year. Let’s say that CEO takes half that nineteen, which is still nine million and change in his pocket, and divide that by said newly minted minimum wage and you get three thousand, four hundred and twenty. Let me throw those numeric in there so I can be very clear, that’s 3,420 people HALF the McDonalds’ CEO can fund for a year. Half of that man’s paycheck, could pay the full years’ worth of wages, for 3,420 of his employees. And that’s just the CEO. That’s not the CFO, the COO, or any of the upper executives who are probably making six figures themselves. The reason your Filet-o-Fish is so goddamn expensive, is corporate greed and I can prove it. In-n-Out exists.
I’ve been seeing so many of these articles and sh*t on Right wing sites (the MSN at my job seems to think that I’m some sort of MAGA cultists but whatever), and they’re claiming the In-n-Out CEO is “standing up” to the draconian Gavin Newsom over his egregious, anti-business, wage increase. And, just on a personal note, f*ck yes we should be anti-business! Being anti-business is why monopolies and child labor are “illegal”, the f*ck? Anyway, the thing is, In-n-Out has always been ahead of the curve in regards to their employee pay. Way back when I worked for McDonald’s in the early Aughts, I was making the freshly minted sever and a quarter an hour. Animal Style was giving their guys two dollars more than what I was making back then. Right after the pandemic, there was one close to me shelling out nineteen an hour. They were paying that post-pandemic, when inflation was starting to ramp up crazy (Thanks. Trump), so I know for a fact why weren’t too far off the twenty. And guess how much they increased their menu? A quarter. Twenty-five f*cking cents. Your Double-Double is a whole ass quarter more than it was in March, and that kid pounding out fresh fries in that wall mounted Veg-o-Matic, made from real potatoes, sourced right here in the good ol’ US of A, can make a substantial wage to maybe impress his crush with a little movie date, followed by put-put, with a enough left over for some ice cream. All on a menu increase of actual chump change.
How is that possible, you might ask? The likes of McDonalds, by far the largest fat food conglomerate in the world with billions served. And billions made, can’t do it, but lowly, California based In-n-Out can while serving actual beef and potatoes in their burgers, can? It’s because In-n-Out is privately owned company. It helps, tremendously, that their CEO is only forty-one, my age, and took the big chair at twenty-seven after literally working her way up through the company. Ma is the legit In-n-Out heiress but made the decision to work on the ground to better understand what her workers were going through. That experience informs her decisions and, fifteen years later, she’s able to pay her workers fairly while treating the customer’s pockets with just as much care. There are no shareholders to appease, no buybacks for and stock packages for executives. Sure, she makes millions, but it’s organic in a way that McDs, and a lot of these other places, don’t. I cannot, for the life of me, find anything on what she makes, but most of her top executives only make in the mid hundred thousand. A comfortable six figures, not seven or right. SO I ask you, if In-n-Out can keep their workers happy, rein in executive pay bloat, and still pull in nearly two billion last year, all in California, why the f*ck can’t anyone else do it? In-n-Out is the blueprint. The only difference is the fact that those Corpos are greedy and there isn’t a check to balance them. Just ;like the In-n-Out thing, I got receipts to prove that sh*t.
You see, in Europe, where unions are strong and Labor has proper representation, workers are supported and the wage reflects that. They have contracts which put stipulations in on where, how long, and what age employees can work. There are night shift differential and increased pay for weekends. There is still traditional overtime but most companies try to avoid that as it taxes pockets hard. As it should. They are able to do all of this, while charging prices comparable to what we pay stateside, and no one complains. No one is standing against the work force, demanding cheaper prices for food that legally has to meet a certain nutritional standard that just doesn’t exists here in the States. Places like McDs are basically just like In-n-Out in terms of overall food quality, because the EU makes them be. That’s because there is regulation over yonder. There are unions. There is basically a worker’s bill of right and all corporations must follow them or they face consequences. Just ask Elon about that when he tried to export Sweden over a Tesla plant. Sh*t did not go the way he wanted and no one cared. In fact, the neighboring countries refused to receive the material to build his cars, in their ports, out of solidarity. And their Big Macs are, like, nineteen dollars apiece. They also have universal healthcare, universal day care, can take a month of paid vacation, and drink from the holy grail whenever they feel like it. That last bit is an exaggeration but the other stuff isn’t. It’s wild seeing so many people here, across the country, licking the f*ck out of that corporate boot, advocating for a system that is telling you they do not want you to have enough money to live, that if they must pay that wage, they’ll get it back by charging you a premium for food it costs them pennies on the dollar to provide. Don’t be mad at the worker for finally getting their due, be made at the corporation for making you pay for it.
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Happy Birthday to Charlie Adler, the voice of Cow, Chicken, the red guy, and IR Baboon. (I didn’t mention the devil.)
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