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My overriding feeling watching them is that what I'm watching is a perfectly happy couple on Bargain Hunt.

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Slut dropping 101 Taskmaster s17e04

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Unmute !

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Apparently there was some kind of race scheduled at a local park or something so I've been trying to avoid the main trail but a little while ago when I had to cross near it I overheard the following shouted exchange

Higher feminine voice: woo, look at you go! You're jogging! Keep it up!

Lower masculine voice (panting): you know it! Last place is still a place, baby!

And goddamn if that didn't rewire my brain a little bit.

Last place is still a place, baby.

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Concept: Baba Yaga house walking around on chicken legs, being followed by one of those plastic Fisher-Price play houses on baby chick legs

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the inherent tension between the acronyms JFC, JFK, and KFC .......

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We used to lightheartedly call my brother Mr. Literal to let him know when he was taking something too literally and looking back idk why none of us suspected he was autistic until his teen years including him we literally actually called him Mr. Literal like the answer was in front of us the whole time

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I am so proud to say that my college is so LGBT friendly, that in a survey Res Life put out they forgot to include straight people.

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“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

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We need to lay more blame for "Kids don't know how computers work" at the feet of the people responsible: Google.

Google set out about a decade ago to push their (relatively unpopular) chromebooks by supplying them below-cost to schools for students, explicitly marketing them as being easy to restrict to certain activities, and in the offing, kids have now grown up in walled gardens, on glorified tablets that are designed to monetize and restrict every movement to maximize profit for one of the biggest companies in the world.

Tech literacy didn't mysteriously vanish, it was fucking murdered for profit.

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Jonathan Sims • The Archivist

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Putting this as its own post because it deserves to be its own post.

If you want to be good at any kind of art you have to take the part of your brain that tells you “everything must be a wholly original idea formed in a perfect clean room environment” and you have to rip that synapse out of your skull, put it through a shredder, stomp on it, light it on fire, then pour it into acid, because it’s a liar and will never ever help you.

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Strange Bird

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how am i meant to show my love when i peel an orange but need a shovel to give you a slice

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Pinpath

An ode to my sewing needle

How many miles does she skip?    Bifrost tail trailing neatly,    Behind an un-seeing eye,    Blind to what she weaves,    But sure in her punctured path

Could she measure her own trek?    More traveled than most,    Making highway hours fly,    Mending as she creates,    Mundane to all but myself

Does she know of my owed love?    Eons of ancestral pulled fibre,    Echoed humanity in napped ivory,    Ebbing steel between fingertips,    Ends pulled stitch-tight,

Sealed with a knotted kiss.