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Another year, another trove of utterly useless headlines.

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I admit I’m not up to date on trending fetishes, so I had to look this one up.

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Gooning” primarily refers to a prolonged, trance-like masturbation practice involving intense edging (bringing oneself to the edge of orgasm without climaxing) for extended periods, creating a “high” or hypnotic state, often linked to online subcultures.

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Talk about delayed gratification.

Geesh.

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And you thought the loaves and fishes thing was something.

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Religion.

It never fails to surprise me.

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Whaaaat?

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Wow.

There really is one born every minute.

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Apparently not.

🤣

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This seems perfectly appropriate to me.

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“Why ‘slop’? 

“The flood of slop in 2025 included absurd videos, off-kilter advertising images, cheesy propaganda, fake news that looks pretty real, junky AI-written books, ‘workslop’ reports that waste coworkers’ time… and lots of talking cats,” according to the dictionary.

“People found it annoying, and people ate it up.”

Like it or loathe it, they argue, the digital sludge is hard to ignore.

“Slop oozes into everything,” Merriam-Webster said.”

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That sums it up nicely. Digital sludge.

Though I’m sure the talking cats disagree.

And now for my last useless snippet of the year.

I’m going to flip useless on its head and drop something that’s not only useful… but almost mandatory for the state of the world right now.

Something we can all use.

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Am I right?

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You can’t use it, but you can laugh along with me reading it.

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Whaaaat?

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I will never look at a penguin the same way again.

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But…

But, they always seemed so sweet.

😳

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Proof positive it’s always the last place you look.

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I figured it would be kale and was ready to rant, but oddly enough it turns out to be watercress. Does anyone even eat that anymore?

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I’ve never understood why people use online password managers … which can be hacked…to store their passwords. My password manager can’t be hacked as it’s a little black book with entries written by hand that I keep in my desk.

Heck, my husband doesn’t even know where it is.

That’s security.

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Perhaps.

But your perspective… or hers?

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