before the dark
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yamamanama42 days until the vernal equinox
We released two of the barred owls. On the other hand, the goose who ate the shotgun shell died but not before we learned that we can, in fact, with much effort, purge their system via gavage. A swan died. Julia described as "neurotic" because of the way its head hung and Rob was like "you mean neurological, right? Well, swans are neurotic too."
There were a lot of mice so I'd imagine a couple of raptors replaced them, along with a cottontail that was attacked by a cat. You may be thinking that with the lack of pictures, Erica is turning into Jack, but that's not true. We just don't have anything worth photographing. Well, barred owls are worth photographing.
Michael believes that geese are capable of pooping out more than they eat and doesn't quite understand the physics of it.
Primrose was eating pork rinds and was proud of it. Her hair was the color of dry thistle.
Meanwhile, I don't fucking know.
Someone on John C. Wright's blog, a blog at which I have been banned for using Beijing and not Peking, by a writer who tries to be a cut-rate Jack Vance, is saying that antebellum southern slavery was relatively benign. I really really hope the right wing's efforts to love bomb Amélie Zhào backfires for them because you'd have to be dumber than a screech owl to fall for it. Especially with all the 4chan racism.
I don't know. I find it hard to see eye to eye with people who consider tens of millions of deaths to be a best case scenario.
I was trying to look up a quote by Larry Correia, who lives in rural Utah by choice, saying that anyone who prefers public transit over the freedom of a privately owned vehicle has stockholm syndrome.
Michael thinks that the mobile version of Google somehow gives worse results than the desktop version and I can believe it. I'm equally inclined to believe that Google is giving worse results on any browser that isn't Chrome. I refuse to believe that there are only 80 results for "Jack Vance" "Planet of Adventure." I think that complaining about the internet is like complaining about the weather, or complaining about Asian politics: it's cathartic but accomplishes fuck all.
Michael wonders who the three greatest traitors in a modern-day Inferno would be.
burning question: is Mark Zuckerberg an android?
We released two of the barred owls. On the other hand, the goose who ate the shotgun shell died but not before we learned that we can, in fact, with much effort, purge their system via gavage. A swan died. Julia described as "neurotic" because of the way its head hung and Rob was like "you mean neurological, right? Well, swans are neurotic too."
There were a lot of mice so I'd imagine a couple of raptors replaced them, along with a cottontail that was attacked by a cat. You may be thinking that with the lack of pictures, Erica is turning into Jack, but that's not true. We just don't have anything worth photographing. Well, barred owls are worth photographing.
Michael believes that geese are capable of pooping out more than they eat and doesn't quite understand the physics of it.
Primrose was eating pork rinds and was proud of it. Her hair was the color of dry thistle.
Meanwhile, I don't fucking know.
Someone on John C. Wright's blog, a blog at which I have been banned for using Beijing and not Peking, by a writer who tries to be a cut-rate Jack Vance, is saying that antebellum southern slavery was relatively benign. I really really hope the right wing's efforts to love bomb Amélie Zhào backfires for them because you'd have to be dumber than a screech owl to fall for it. Especially with all the 4chan racism.
I don't know. I find it hard to see eye to eye with people who consider tens of millions of deaths to be a best case scenario.
I was trying to look up a quote by Larry Correia, who lives in rural Utah by choice, saying that anyone who prefers public transit over the freedom of a privately owned vehicle has stockholm syndrome.
Michael thinks that the mobile version of Google somehow gives worse results than the desktop version and I can believe it. I'm equally inclined to believe that Google is giving worse results on any browser that isn't Chrome. I refuse to believe that there are only 80 results for "Jack Vance" "Planet of Adventure." I think that complaining about the internet is like complaining about the weather, or complaining about Asian politics: it's cathartic but accomplishes fuck all.
Michael wonders who the three greatest traitors in a modern-day Inferno would be.
burning question: is Mark Zuckerberg an android?
