There's a new cider on tap again and I'm trying to enjoy it because today sucked ass. But it tastes fucking awful. At least I have a grilled cheese to eat when I get home
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I love your take on Crowley!
I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?
I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.
thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.
that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...
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“It’s been so long since your last post about building your new fence, we really miss hearing about it” said no one ever, but here’s yet another fence post (<- laugh) anyway. Progress has been made!
In the above pic you can see the new gate was still held close by a piece of string, but I found a tree root that makes a cute latch, here it is <3
I had the worst trouble screwing it in! The last few fence posts I bought were acacia because the store ran out of chestnut ones, so I discovered that acacia is unbelievably hard. It’s nice to know the posts will last a long time, but they killed a drill bit without breaking a sweat. I didn’t know wood could do this to metal:
In the first pic you can see that fence posts have been installed to the right of the gate, but nothing else—well the crossbars and wire netting are now in place:
Since I screwed the crossbars on top of one another to make the fence a bit higher, the wire netting didn’t go all the way up, so I had to do some patient lacework with string to fill all the gaps, or else Pampe would put her head between the bar and the netting and just push down to widen the gap and squeeze through. (Lived experience.) But it looks oddly nice:
I also left 1 gap at the bottom, too small for a llama but large enough for a Pandolf and two chickens to enter and leave the pasture as they please. (Though Pan can’t gain any weight in his butt or he won’t fit anymore):
At one point I had to go to the store to buy some more washers and bolts and I met a teenage cow happily wandering on the road far away from her family. It’s always nice to know I’m not the only one with fence troubles.
Go back to your mum immediately young lady! I have a llama who would be very proud of you.
I used to have a very convenient little tree where I hung the hay nets, but unfortunately it had to be felled when we built the greenhouse. But one of its roots became the door latch, and I also salvaged one of its branches to build my new hay net holder where the tree used to be, so it will continue to carry hay nets in the afterlife. I intended for my modern art installation to look like a llama but everyone is telling me it’s more of a moose:
The target audience was very puzzled by it at first, and Pirlouit was the first animal who dared to approach it because he would do anything for his hay.
Although at first he stretched his neck and lips as far as he could so he wouldn’t have to go too near the hay holding-animal’s head...!
Then everyone followed his lead (except Pampe who in the below pic is right in front of me checking the fence for weak spots) (but there have been no llama escapes through the new fence! it is as of yet undefeated)—and then even baby Poldine started eating hay :) For the first time! She was just waiting for her hay to be served to her hanging from the spine of a wooden moose butler.
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i know why the caged bird sings.
the trees witness everything, victoria chang | unknown | bookwyrminspiration | richard siken | brother, sister, rival, friend: the longstanding effects of sibling relationships, joshua a. krisch | bloodshot, julien baker | antigone, sophicles | unknown | please ignore vera dietz, a.s. king | everyone but you, the front bottoms | wandavision 1x08, dir matt shakman | jamie anderson | antigonick, anne carson
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