It’s one of those things where you really don’t want to be Facebook friends with the people you work with, but you feel like you have to be friends with them and then they post all the everything that is the exact opposite of what you live your life by. Yeah.
Although after catching that pro gun control post by both the dean and the ass. dean this morning, I’m extra glad I wore my Well Armed Woman hoodie to work today.
These are so beautiful!
I don’t care how much that hag pays for a haircut as long as I’m not funding it.
I don’t want to love this because Amanda Palmer. But I do. Because Neil Gaiman.
How is that even necessary? It’s like a super annoying nervous tic or something.
How does Geography get slotted in the Social and Behavioral Sciences?
Whelp. I guess that’s what I get for trying to be a good Bronco.
I’m feeling very unappreciated this week.
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OMG! I had no idea these Chucks even existed!! Stormageddon is clearly going to be needing one or two pairs, thank you very much.But not til he’s bigger.
I don’t care who it is, I think it’s pretty assy to share the personal phone number or home address of anyone in the public eye.
I just took the “Which Sci-Fi Hero Are You” quiz. I’ll give you 3 guesses as to who I got and the first two don’t count.
This yarn is so fuzzy!
What the hell is going on with your hair, lady?
I just find it absolutely astonishing that anyone actually takes Donald Trump seriously.
Well. Those choices mostly just seem … odd.
Oh Facebook. You make me so tired.
Now I need to think up a cool code name.
It was one of those things where you don’t really realize just how cold you were until you put on a sweater.
I just don’t understand why people don’t just let me keep quietly to myself.
I need to start this day over. I need to start this post over.
Maybe I’ll just delete a bunch of stuff.
Maybe I’m just having some angst right now. It’s hard to feel like the only place you belong is on the Compound.
“Socialism is not love or kindness or generosity or oceans of delicious lemonade. Socialism is not equality or community. It’s just a way of distributing the control rights over objects.”
There is nothing quite like a mammogram to make you feel like a giant whale.
Universal Empathy? Dear God, no.
Why are people all of a sudden liking a post I made in 2013?
I don’t know about that idea. I think it’s a bad idea.
OK, maybe that is not the job for me.
I wonder what Eric Stoltz is up to these days.
It seems colder than usual in here today.
blank empty plain ordinary nothing of consequence error ouch finger quark noodle chicken carrot tea tea tea shoe i don’t much care for lemonade actually remember that dark cherry juice you used to get at meijer it was so delicious and i think of it every time i see that episode of curious george with the yummy yummy juice sort dinosaur dinosaurt grrr rawr means i love you in dinosaur joker batman i think i could use a nap lake sometimes i wish i could just tell a person that i just don’t like them and move on with my life but that is not what a person does polka dot tea tea tea cup mug addiction always use the same 2 or 3 but can’t part with the rest itch ouch couch mooch off the system
I miss those things.
Those are the kinds of photographs that make me remember why I love photography so much. Not the super manipulated hella heavy post production fanciful things that are so popular today. The gritty, maybe not razor sharp, in the moment grungy realness. W. Eugene Smith. Some Man Ray. Even Eggleston. Anyway, the photos in that book are like that. Beautiful.
Actually. And I did not appreciate them at all the first time I saw them, when I bought his book for a dollar at the Border’s Outlet. Man I miss the Border’s Outlet. But Richard Gere’s photography is like that as well. I am fairly certain I spoke very poorly of them at the time. But now I think they’re lovely.
Those are the kinds of photographs that make me keep picking up the camera. Those are the kinds of photographs that inspire my long exposure work, that I never do enough of.
But I’m not shooting your family portraits any more.
This was not meant to be a … what’s the word? Let’s change the subject, shall we?
Does someone want to sum up Kevin Carson for me?
I was just looking at an old Random and came across this – Solace in solitary somnambulance. I like it.
I’m thinking about removing my links section over there.
A bit harder when you work in a gun free zone. But yeah. I agree.
Did that lady just say her name is Australia??
Oh my GOD. Australia. Honey. Rethink your perfume. Please.
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YES!!! I got out of that meeting. That makes me happy.
Why do I read those stories? Why? Stupid tears.
Wow. Instagram goes from banning breastfeeding pix to actually featuring one today. Good on ya, Instagram.
Maybe I should become a Cat technician.
I don’t think many people are going to like that last insta I posted.
I’m just trying really hard to get through this Rothbard and I’m almost out of tea.
It makes me sad that it’s August already.
Ugh. Just give me all the babies, OK?
le sigh. Instagram is not providing me with the usual 5 – 10 minutes of zen. sadness.
I don’t know what’s wrong with my shoulder lately, but I’d like it to stop now, thank you very much.
Are you serious.
Oh I know what must be going on. They must all have blocked my feed. That would explain all the things.
I think waffles for dinner sound delicious. And like they won’t even make me feel like more of a whale. Like at all.
I‘ve been trying to think when I might ever have a use for something like that for the last hour and I got nothin’.
Gah. It’s hot in here. I really do not want to turn on the AC.
I think my left contact is toast.
Maybe I’ll have time to clean the house Friday. Maybe it’ll stay clean for five whole minutes.
Stormageddon is tired. TIRED.
I find Alton Brown attractive. There, I said it.