Cranky old lady. Gay and leftist and all that good shit, but there's more fandom junk, obtuse ruminating on writing, and cute animal nonsense than politics around here most times.
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I’m very concerned that our society is much more interested in information than wonder, in noise rather than silence.
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I still remember the way she walked into my office, which is a good sign, as it only happened this morning.
I looked her up and down; mostly down, I’m pretty tall.
She had a face.
Her lips were saying hello but her eyes were telling a very different story, blinking in morse code about the assassin in the air vent.
She knew she had me right where she wanted me: at my desk, in my office, at 11am, the time we had scheduled for this appointment.
As she leaned in close I couldn’t help noticing the kind of details that would give you an uncomfortable degree of insight into the precise contours of the author’s sexual obsessions. It was awkward.
I promised her I’d do whatever I could, because promising to do whatever I couldn’t sounded dangerously illogical.
She reached over and took a swig from the bottle on my desk in a way that was clearly intended to be alluring and transgressive but honestly just felt a little rude, and besides there could have been absolutely anything in that bottle, window cleaner, who knows. As it happens it was only water — I’m trying to stay hydrated and kick the booze habit I picked up after the untimely death of my partner — but she still knocked it back and grimaced just for show.
This Dane meant trouble. (She was from Denmark).
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Source: The New York Tattler, July 8, 1909.
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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
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“Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.”
The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.”
“One flesh, one end,” Harrow repeated, fumblingly, and then could say no more.
My mood the last month has been “*sighs dreamily about Gideon the Ninth*”. Please, please, how can I wait eight months until Harrow the Ninth??
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Dr. Katherine (Kay) Fowler-Billings was an American naturalist and geologist. She is commonly known for being one of the earliest female geologists. In 1926 she dressed as a man to join a geologic expedition. She mapped >500 square miles of the Laramie Mountains alone in 2 Summers. She fundamentally changed our understanding of the Rockies.
She did not know how to use that gun.
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Somebody take gideon the ninth away from me It’s SO NOT OUT OF MY SYSTEM YET
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in movies, when a scientist is held hostage and is forced to make a bomb or virus, like my guy, those villains don’t know shit about science. just make a gumball machine, my dude
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Almost 40 artists worked together to bring the story of The Adventure Zone: Amnesty to life. Thanks to everyone who participated in this project, and especially The McElroys for creating this lovely universe. Find all the featured artists at their socials below!!
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Reductress Headline:
Woman Slowly Coming to Terms with Having to Get Behind Bernie is Cool with It, Really She Is, But Just, Like, Wants You to Know She Knows You Wouldn’t Get Behind Warren if Warren Was the Progressive Frontrunner Instead
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Peter Ferguson (Canadian, b. 1968, Montreal, Quebec, Canada) - The Hungries, 2019, from Skip Forward When Held, Paintings: Oil on Panel
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This is my new blog about stories of my travels. This one is in Corchito. A small place in Mexico where you can walk besides coatis and raccoons.
Follow my new blog here.
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