That's Entertainment

Ya know what teevee show I’m totally enjoying right now? She-Hulk: Attorney at Law. It’s fun, witty and I love when they break the fourth wall.
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I’m reading this book series (yes, yezzz, it’s another urban fantasy/magic/end times thingie) where the protagonist (a killer mage with a quick wit and heart of gold but a nasty temper) has to kill two Aztec death deities in order to avoid turning into a jade statue (he’d be alive and aware within said statuary. I know, I’m having a claustrophobia attack just thinking about it). While I’m def enjoying the tale I’m stumbling massively over all the Aztec god names. Damn, they’re total tongue manglers!

• Mictlantecuhtli (god of the dead)
• Mictecacíhuatl (goddess of death)
• Huitzilopochtli (god of the sun, war, and sacrifice)
• Quetzalcoatl (god of life, wind and intelligence)
• Tezcatlipoca (god of night and rival of Huitzilopochtli
• Chicomecoatl (goddess of agriculture, nourishment and corn)
  

Also, now I have that old Procol Harum tune Conquistador happily lodged in my bean. I fell in love with the song the second I heard it. I was nine when it hit the charts. Four years later, after I read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee (and other horrific records of this country’s history that we weren’t taught in school) I realized that the conquistadors were the bad guys. I felt guilty that I passionately loved the hit and had romanticized the conquistadors. (ffs, I was nine—cut me some slack!)

Even more years passed (decades in fact) and I finally read and understood the lyrics.

Conquistador, there is no time
I must pay my respects
And though I came to jeer at you, I leave now with regrets
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no aureole
I know you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die

It’s a song about the utter futility, stupidity of war. *POOF* guilt gone! Of course so’s my hearing so I can’t cue it up and roll around in it orgasmically, like Cake in  perfect catnip patch.
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I’m trying to keep up with all the down, hep slang that I see on the bird app. What does it mean when someone’s been “read for filth?” According to the Urban Dictionary, read for filth is: 

The act of criticizing, or being criticized to the fullest extent.

I've also seen it defined as coming back at someone with a witty and acerbic slam.

Fer instance, here’s Lloyd Bentsen responding to Dan Quayle in the 1988 VP debate:

Quayle: “I have as much experience ... as Jack Kennedy did when he sought the presidency.”

Bentsen: “Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy. I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mind. Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy.”

Another one from Glenn F. Henriksen:

When men refer to themselves as “alpha males”, I hear that in the context of software, where alpha versions are unstable, missing important features, filled with flaws, and not fit for the public.

More sick burns here. 
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Have you heard about the Island of the Dolls (La Isla de las Muñecas)? It’s an island filled with hundreds of hanging, decomposing, decapitated dolls. What the fuck and shit?

A man named Julian Santana Barrera left his home and family to live in isolation on an island. There he discovered a young dead girl on the shore. As the story goes, he then saw a floating doll.

Alone on the island, Barrera took the doll and hung it from a tree in order to appease the spirit of the deceased girl. But, at least in the eyes of the man who now considered himself the island's caretaker, the one doll was not enough. For the next 50 years, Santana Barrera would scrounge dolls from the trash and from the canals, and hang them from the island's many trees. Some he'd hang whole, others in various states of disrepair — headless, torso-less, or taken apart in other ways. (source)

Creepy as all hell, no?