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Kati Horna, Remedios Varo in a Mask by Leonora Carrington 1957 Gelatin silver print 10 1/2 x 9 7/8 in. (26.7 x 25.1 cm) (image) The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

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happy Thursday the 20th

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ITS GREAT LAKES AWARENESS DAY!!!!!

On this excellent day, be aware that this is the largest group of freshwater lakes in the world, covering over 95,000 square miles and reaching depths of over a thousand feet. They are beautiful freshwater seas.

Also when you die in these lakes, the very cold, oxygen-poor conditions at the bottom preserves you perfectly for all eternity. You will not rot and nothing will eat you. You will exist for as long as the Great Lakes do. Many shipwrecks still have the crew on board. Be Aware.

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Is there anything more useless than an open letter?

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I'd also suggest that nice, middle-class people, the kind that are a generation or two off the farm or out of the mines, might consider what the "...and if you have a problem with that your pronouns are about to be was/were" equivalent is for people who know exactly what is meant by "per my last email."

I think redneck allyship is my favorite kind because it tends to come with just the right mix of bluntness, style, and violence. Just the amazing feeling of a huge guy with a giant beard standing up and saying something like, "Why doncha fucking respect Tina's pronouns, or before you're a problem for tomorrow morning's janitor," is like art to me.

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*Reminder that “Imp”=“Bud” and “Celyn”=“Holly”, so Terry Pratchett really did write a character named Buddy Holly who was a rockstar.

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Nobbs pilled. Having the Nobby nature. Nobbycore.

In my Nobby Nobbs phase. On my Cecil Wormsborough St. John "Nobby" Nobbs arc.

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In my Nobby Nobbs phase. On my Cecil Wormsborough St. John "Nobby" Nobbs arc.

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ftr I am forever going to be bitter that the post I wanted to be "let's talk about extinct ecosystems and how cool they are!" got derailed into yet another post just talking about a single taxon like the millions of other posts on palaeoblr

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October without much fall color is weird

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Hands in the Dirt

Block print, 2017

by Kelly Louise Judd

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Bulls Feeding

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reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

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Oh sunk-cost fallacy, we're really in it now. We are in fact so really in it that if we quit now then everything we did would have all been for nothing and so we have to keep going in

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Hey look buddy, I'm an artificer. That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is the Blood Cull?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of arcane philosophy. I solve practical problems, for instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me apart with their giant claws? The answer, use an arcane firearm, and if that don't work... Use an arcane cannon. Take for instance this arcane cannon goblin mounted lil' old number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope... Not pointed at you.