Jess the Nerd

I hope you find what you're looking for.
I also hope you someday own an enchanted cottage that lurches through the wildlands on giant chicken legs, spreading fear and wonder in equal measure.

Bison calf on a field of spring grass with dandelions scattered about.

It's never too late for Tatonka Tuesday

This little guys about four days old

Mama bear wrestling with her cub. She's got him by the rear paw, nibbling on his toes I guess. They're in spring grass with a tree on the left.

Musk's censorship algorithm on Twitter reduced our audience by about 95% since he bought it.

So we moved over to blue sky.

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Is off-grid living still a thing? I’m thinking now’s a great time to become a hermit.

Good god trump and his followers are absolutely SICK. Jose Andres and his team are currently at the fire evacuation locations (including my neighborhood) feeding first responders and evacuees. What a petty disgusting man, trump is.

Food for thought.

This is happening. I’ll probably sell plasma, all valuables, and maybe even my firstborn to make it happen, but it is happening.

Jadzia and Riker are fascinated by the falling snow.

Tweet by Aaron Rupar (@atrupar). The tweet includes a quote from a question-and-answer session where someone asked Trump if he thinks Zuckerberg is responding to threats he's made to him in the past. Trump's response was "Probably. Yeah. Probably."

Let’s be clear about why Meta is removing fact checking.

Olivia first, because I’m not stupid. Greg second because he’s the most useful and accommodating quadruped. Leet third because that would make Olivia happy and I don’t want more eels in my pod.

It can also mean “that poor thing” in real sympathy…like for illness or tragedy. But the “too stupid to live” is by far the most common usage.

It does seem to be the happening place.

I think the dog has been living with the cats for too long.

I thought that one daddy was going to pass out! So beautiful and sweet!

Well, I’ll never be asked to sing Christmas songs at the psych ward again

Apparently, “do you hear what I hear”, was the wrong choice?