Happy Korb Torsday to all who celebrate

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if you prefer to listen to the album on cassette by a fire we also have you covered because this video is exactly that

I'm so sorry you guys :(

"Running Girl" with the sewn in pads are pretty good but I'm still kinda eh on the fabric and designs

this is a reminder that we dont have to settle for newsom in 2028

[in a way I haven't truly meant it all year] nice

good Reddit

it’s pretty funny there was a bush/dick presidential ticket. regardless of anything else the world can come together and admit that

Ordinary My love, what if you were not Nietzsche and I was not Gloria Steinem. And I was not Ruth Bader Ginsberg, or Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, and you were not Isaac Newton, or Einstein, or Hegel, and we lived Ordinary lives, here and there, foraging for mushrooms in the swamps and children's minds and sometimes find ing chickory root for inflammation, poke for lymphatic tincture, honey for mead. What if sometimes you sang in the kitchen while making bone broth from chicken feet, and played happy snippets on the violin, and I periodically baked bread in a clean (ish) kitchen, sang Broadway, laughed, and sometimes, we held hands in the grocery, took kids to the Asian market, watched Netflix with our eyes closed, spooned in bed, and weren't the next Nobel Prize Winner, breakout academic Wunderkind, surprise New York Times Best-selling magical fairy child. What if we went wild: Mowed lawns. Got mail. Refused to live up to the potential somebody wrote on our report cards long ago, and instead utterly wasted our lives on loving and living and loving and refused to yield to the expectations that anything less fiscally responsible is imprudent. What if what we saved did not end up being millions, my sweet, but our own souls? And all along there will be enough for the movies sometimes, enough for croissants and soft pretzels, and enough to sit and do the crossword and kiss you goodnight. What if instead of being memorable, we make memories, responsible to not the whole world but our world. And what if it is ordinary, and we are inordinately enough. Heather Harris-Bergevin

Ordinary My love, what if you were not Nietzsche and I was not Gloria Steinem. And I was not Ruth Bader Ginsberg, or Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, and you were not Isaac Newton, or Einstein, or Hegel, and we lived Ordinary lives, here and there, foraging for mushrooms in the swamps and children's minds and sometimes find ing chickory root for inflammation, poke for lymphatic tincture, honey for mead. What if sometimes you sang in the kitchen while making bone broth from chicken feet, and played happy snippets on the violin, and I periodically baked bread in a clean (ish) kitchen, sang Broadway, laughed, and sometimes, we held hands in the grocery, took kids to the Asian market, watched Netflix with our eyes closed, spooned in bed, and weren't the next Nobel Prize Winner, breakout academic Wunderkind, surprise New York Times Best-selling magical fairy child. What if we went wild: Mowed lawns. Got mail. Refused to live up to the potential somebody wrote on our report cards long ago, and instead utterly wasted our lives on loving and living and loving and refused to yield to the expectations that anything less fiscally responsible is imprudent. What if what we saved did not end up being millions, my sweet, but our own souls? And all along there will be enough for the movies sometimes, enough for croissants and soft pretzels, and enough to sit and do the crossword and kiss you goodnight. What if instead of being memorable, we make memories, responsible to not the whole world but our world. And what if it is ordinary, and we are inordinately enough. Heather Harris-Bergevin

For all my extra gifted 80's and 90's kids who are discovering they are tired, burned-out adults:

ladies and gentlemen...we got him

Look maybe this is the pile of laundry speaking but I’m starting to think wearing clothes might be overrated

Please check your kids’ Halloween candy carefully this year.

I bit into a chocolate bar and found Microsoft Teams.

Q: This season in particular, it’s extra fun to hear the players see the art and freak out. A: That’s my favorite part. I love to hide things in the background for players to find. Like in Zumhara, we knew we had to make everything out of crystal. I thought, “what grows in that modular, crystal way? Coral. So let’s have that aquatic theme. And if I’m gonna have an aquatic theme, I’m gonna draw fish with legs, and those will be the pets.” I drew a person with a dog fish on a leash chasing a catfish. That was 100% a silly joke. Then instantly, Lou was like, “there’s a dog fish and a cat fish.” I was like, “Yeah, he got it.” Oh, and the lawnmower from Junior Year is hidden somewhere. Q: Could you give a hint for where people can find it? A: Well, if you’re going to build a giant robot, why not use bits from an old robot?

Cait May, the legend that you are 🎨

i think they should just leave the ladder there outside the louvre. that’s art now

The full quote: "I think the sublime confusion is from nineteen to twenty-nine. You think you are late for everything, you're a has been, nothing is happening, there's no opportunity for you, the world is closed, everything is a disaster, you wanna die. And then you're thirty. " "You young people are in the exact age of desperation. I never felt more done and old than in my twenties. I'd say 'life has passed me and I did nothing.' But I'm here to tell you that's not true: you have a lot of fucking time."

I love Guillermo del Toro calling ages 19 to 29 "sublime confusion"

the same philodendron birkin but with a small support holding it up

the philodendron now has a handy little ladder for support

still wacky but now with support (me too, ect ect)

close up of a green leaf with a little orange stripe in the middle

also sometimes it throws off some orange leaves because it's a hybrid and it wants to revert

A small potted philodendron birkin growing far off to one side

a closer view of the same plant's base, it has a mess of stems and leaves branching off wildly

my philodendron birkin is an absolute mutant

birthday!

Doodle of an orange cat with a piece of crumpled plastic in his mouth. He is running away quickly, wide-eyed. There is text from someone shouting "WHO IS EATING PLASTIC!!!"

The Criminal

lmao this is how you do it

A top down view of two leaves on concrete. The leaves are almost totally green but have a pretty pinkish red color around the edges.

new leaf just dropped

oh I think I just had my first back spasm yaay (I am dying (

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Noisy, hungry frogs sadden farmer's life. They scare his cattle and they also eat his flannel shirt.

Become ungovernable

Timeline cleanser 🐈

This only happens to you once

This generic acetaminophen had an Amtrak ACS-64, four Amfleet 1 cars, a Conrail EMD GP15-1, and some Conrail rolling stock in it. The problem is more serious than I thought.

Don't you dare put that baby in pelican mouth.