Ooh la la lava lamp

From February 26, 2020, the Chicago Tribune Almanac. The thing I’m particularly interested in is OTD in 1919, Congress established Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona.

Words can’t begin to describe the sunrise over the Grand Canyon’s southern rim. April 15, 2016

I got lotsa photos on the phone

Rain is coming to Antarctica – here’s how it will change the frozen continent In the Antarctic Peninsula, precipitation is increasingly falling as rain rather than snow, with consequences for glaciers, penguins and even scientists.

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A Legion of Leakers sounds like history-defining patriotism.

A chicken in every pot

Daylight creeping in at 6am is cool tho

Just thought of “Rastamouse”. Does anybody know what I’m talking about?

It’s impossible not to check out the random stray brick I happen across, and difficult not to pick it up if it’s a nice one. Got an eclectic assortment in the back yard I’ll have to redistribute this spring after last summer’s concrete work disrupted the pattern I’d “paved”.

It’s as if ArtificialIntelligence is trying to say the human race doesn’t matter. Huh.

If I’m not mistaken, FMLA stands for “Fun Magic and Lego Alliance”. Hope it works out just so.

"Punch Nazis"
Sticker spotted in the Mission District, San Francisco

Here we go insect protein, here we go (clap clap clap)

Here’s three for Ron Santo’s birthday

Maybe the U.S. government is organizing all of these domestic concentration camps for everybody involved in the Epstein cover-up.

When I find myself in a pickle, I, too, often ask “what would jello do”, just like the next guy.

A snapshot of a lively street scene at the fabled intersection of Damen, Milwaukee, and North Avenue in Chicago, Illinois.

An artistic rendition of Wicker Park with some of the neighborhood hits (perhaps bent thru time and space and artistic interpretation) close to the 2000 spirit of the area.

100 Bullets, # 59
Eduardo Risso, artist

Every Day, the Chocolate We Eat Gets Worse. Some of It Is No Longer “Chocolate.” Even as the price of chocolate returns to lower levels, companies are realizing something scary: Americans will buy their fake chocolate.

Every day, the chocolate we eat gets worse. Some of it is no longer “chocolate,” thanks to climate change and corporate greed. #chocolate #candy #MAHA

Carry a flask of apple juice

American culture boils down to getting excited when a previously regional fast food franchise opens an outpost near you

Sounds like sympathy from one grown man who has worn diapers to another diapered man.

What is Bonesmashing? Inside the Extreme Looksmaxxer Technique As looksmaxxing enters our lexicon, the practice of bonesmashing—tapping your face with a hammer to shape your bone structure—is trailing close behind.

I would hope that the losers doing this “bone smashing” would move a few inches up their cranium and aim for their temples. One swift crack should do it

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In a world where one can wager on anything, I can’t find odds for the likelihood of the United States President defecating in his pants tonight.

Cmon man, I’ve got all these pennies that businesses don’t want any more.

Use AI “pastors” to remove the MegaChurch grifters from their ill-gotten gains.

Tell you what, man, there’s plenty of mornings (today was one of them) where I wake up, checkout the light show to the East, and think, “I wonder what Barry Butler will capture”.

Never been to that stupid online casino before

Just checked Polly-Marquette to see odds that the president shits himself tonight, and I couldn’t find a line. We used to be a real country.

Fantastic dawn colors, from bands of yellow and green near the horizon to the magenta and purple overhead

The one milquetoast guy asks his colleagues to play nice and silently protest. I, however, think the resistance should be as much of a nuisance as they can(whistles?) and it would be a great day for the nation if he suffers a stroke on live TV and saves everybody the trouble of listening to his lies

It was a nice sweatshirt, the kind you’d wear to a first date or a second interview.